|This picture captures the weather and|
mood I associate with Thanksgiving
|With her nephew|
on his Wedding Day
|Katherine Ives Gallagher, nee Thankful!|
|Grammy Eva and Grandpa John|
Grammy Eva was my mother's mother and she and her second husband would arrive early Thanksgiving Day armed with boxes and boxes of goodies from her local New Jersey bakeries and delicatessens. Crumb Buns, coffee cake, Danish, doughnuts to die for and my favorite, cruellers! Then she would set to work helping my mother and we all scampered off, faces powdered with sugar, to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, hoping against hope we would not be asked to help set the table or some such! One year Gram made the yummiest stuffing ever when she mixed in a small amount of mashed potato with the bread crumbs, sage and onion. With the turkey we'd also have brussel sprouts (yuck), creamed onions, sweet potatoes with those sickly toasted marshmallows, green peas, cranberry sauce, cranberry relish and four pies: apple, apple crumb, mince with a lattice top, and pumpkin with whipped cream.
In 1979 I took The Man who was to become my husband home for his first Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving dinner that year was at my brother and sister-in-law's house. Their home was also the house where I lived from the age of 10. So many a Thanksgiving memory there!
Here is The Man and my Mom -- one of the greatest mutual admiration societies to have ever lived! Honestly, the first time my mother met him she shocked me by flirting with him -- and he flirted right back! And her mother, my grandmother quickly decided to do her part to get him in the family by insisting we drop by her house in New Jersey for dinner. "I'll make a pot roast -- her speciality -- and for dessert I think I'll make a Blighty Tart". "Ho,Ho,
Ho," said my father, "that's what she fed me the first time! She's got you in her sights for her grand-daughter!" Blighty Tart, properly called Blitzen Torte is a double layer cake. Each layer made of yellow cake and topped with toasted meringue sprinkled with either almonds or toasted coconut and between the layers is whipped cream. It was !probably my father's all time favorite dessert
Here dinner is finished and the men are back at work -- even The Man seems to be taking orders from me! That didn't last long, but it was nice while it lasted!!! Actually I have no idea what I was going on about, just that it definitely looks as though I am going on ... This would turn out to be the last Thanksgiving Day in America for me for many years -- and it was a very happy one indeed ...
|Three Cousins, left to right, my nephew, niece, and son.|
One particular event makes this particular year especially memorable: My parents' lived north western Connecticut, which is the most wooded area of the state. As wild turkeys had become a protected species they were now in abundance and it was not unusual to spot them in the countryside. However, I was yet to see any ...
Early in the morning on the day after Thanksgiving Day, my mother knocked softly on my bedroom door and said, "Kathie, if you want to see the turkeys come downstairs now! Immediately I grabbed my camera and flew downstairs -- followed by the entire household! Still in our pyjamas all seven of us crept up to the kitchen window and had a look: There they were, seven wild hungry turkeys, bold as they could be!