Thanksgivings Past (thankfully) otherwise known as The First Thanksgiving

English: "The First Thanksgiving at Plymo...

One Thanksgiving, long ago and far away, I  found myself  in the kitchen. Yes. Tis true.  Everything planned, prepared and under control.

Moving to a large  two-story rental  home meant plenty of room for the family for a holiday meal. 

English: A Thanksgiving turkey that had been s...

The FIRST major, traditional  holiday meal prepared in our  home. By mine own hands.  Brilliant. No worries. No pressure!

The  arrival of one Mother In Law, one Mother,  one  Father. No pressure.  Five present and accounted for. Let the festivities begin.

Opening the oven to the lovely sensations of a delectable pan roasted turkey . Large, juicy, painstakingly basted, perfectly stuffed….and on fire.

Early days.

Who knew our lovely creation was combustible? 

Giving Thanks for Past, Present and Future. with a smile, a thankful heart… and Ham 🙂 . Shandra

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5 comments

  1. Absolutely true and you’re so welcome!
    A holiday that is obviously still remembered .thankful for the offers from friends to share their Holiday and esp thankful for a grown son who took the lead this Thanksgiving meal.

    We’ve come a long way Baby 😉 and aren’t we thankful ?!
    Plans for next year include making new “history”, new memories with an Hawaiian adventure.
    Aloha!
    Shandra

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