Thanksgiving Is Just That. Giving Thanks

It’s funny how we associate things.  They become one with each other.  Who can imagine an Easter without the bunny, or losing a tooth and not being paid a visit by the tooth fairy.  And Christmas would be unthinkable without Santa.  So that is why, I guess, that I still remember one particular Thanksgiving from my youth.

Back then, turkeys at the local market were fresh, not frozen and encased in plastic as they are today.  They also represented an extra expense on an already tight food budget.  My dad worked as a gardner and my mom worked at the Woolworths store to help feed two growing boys.  As such, my mother had made arrangements with the butcher to hold a turkey for her and she in turn put aside some money to pay for it.

I remember when, on the afternoon before Thanksgiving day, she sent me over to the butcher shop to pay for and pick up our turkey.  I jumped on my bike and rode downtown to his shop.  Walking up to the door, I found it locked.  Shading my eyes, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that all the lights were off.  Turns out that he had closed early that day to give his employees a little more time to spend with their families.

When I returned home and told my mother what had happened, the look on her face was one of devastation.  What would Thanksgiving be without a turkey?  I thought my dad would be mad, but instead he just said “we’ve got food in the house don’t we?”  And we did.

So, although the letdown of a Thanksgiving without the traditional bird could have been a disaster if we had let it, we chose instead to give thanks for what we had and, as a family, sat down and dove into our pork chops with all the “fixins”.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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13 Responses to Thanksgiving Is Just That. Giving Thanks

  1. Nigel G. says:

    agree with you 100%, oldmainer

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  2. splitspeak says:

    Lovely story. “We chose instead to give thanks…”. That is a beautiful and strong message.

    Love, Mehak

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  3. Gloria241 says:

    There were many times when I was growing up that a turkey could not be purchased. Daddy was the only income to come to the family and it was hard to stretch those pennies. But it never made any difference to us. We were together as a family and happy and health that in itself was enough to be thankful for.

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  4. laurie27wsmith says:

    A great story Bob. The lack of food, especially at times like that only highlight how desperate life can get. So when you have even a little something, it is something to be thankful for. I can remember when baked beans on toast was a regular main meal.

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    • oldmainer says:

      Saturday night was almost always beans and franks night.

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      • laurie27wsmith says:

        Franks with beans? Now that’s posh. It wasn’t that we were poor Bob, it’s just that church mice would leave food parcels.

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      • oldmainer says:

        Oh my gosh. Can’t get any poorer then that. My dad called hotdogs “tube steak”. When I was real young, I thought that is what steak looked like. I’m not much smarter today.

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      • laurie27wsmith says:

        We used to have ‘whistle stew,’ you had to whistle when you found a piece of meat. Never got to purse my lips. It tasted like meat was in there somewhere. Tube steak, I love it.

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  5. I like the way you write.

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