Alas, I did not take pictures of our Thanksgiving this year.
I really regret that. I brought my camera, had it set out on the hutch in plain sight, but I was simply too busy and having too much fun.
We had a younger generation with us this year, the three lovely daughters of Mark and Wendy. Before he graduated from college and moved away to work for an engineering firm, Mark spent all of his Thanksgivings at my parents’ house. This year he brought his wife and children (middle school, high school and college) from Minnesota to Rhode Island so the girls could enjoy his memories.
It was SO MUCH FUN.
There were twelve of us around the dining room tables. Banjo Man and I brought folding tables and our dining room chairs (which are really office chairs because we still haven’t found chairs we like at the furniture stores) and the silverware and the linens and the pumpkins and pies and the food. My 90-year old mother didn’t have to lift a finger! Which is the way it should be. Mayme and George brought yummy appetizers, wine and sweet potatoes. Ginny and Ken once again wowed us with homemade gourmet desserts.
And there were four generations around the table! What could be better than that? We talked and laughed and told stories, ate lots of turkey and stuffed ourselves with desserts.
Velvet pumpkins were given as mementos of the day. I know they’ll like their new homes.
It was a Thanksgiving to remember. I’m so grateful to everyone who made it possible.