Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother's house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandmother's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sac2CVHs5Do )
I miss my Grandma...s...
Good morning, everyone! Saw our first Thanksgiving decorations last night. Merchants don't give us a break between holidays, do they. But I do love remembering those wonderful family dinners at Grandma's house... Huge turkeys with sausage stuffing, pumpkin pies, corn on the cob,roasted potatoes, freshly baked bread... all prepared by the family of domestic help, one of whom worked for each of our households, mother, daughters and sisters. (They were our 'mothers' from 9-5...Raised us all with an iron hand covered in a well-padded silk glove.) Uncle Jack pretty drunk by 4pm, pinching bottoms of all the younger women, Uncle Harold sitting with cousins David, Robert, and Alan, shouting at the football game on TV... Us kids playing with cousin Bobby's birthday toys that he always received at this family gathering. Seemed like hundreds of people, although probably never more than 30 or 40. Nice memories. (Names have been changed to protect the guilty.)
Drinking Taylors of Harrogate's "English Breakfast" tea this Sunday morning, looking out over the Chiang Mai valley and thinking about how to enjoy the day... But first, breakfast. No Food Lady on Sundays so I guess the day begins with cooking up some vittles... But first, more tea!
Stitchawl