There wasn't a tradition any more and for me, the memories were just that. I haven't been back to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving since.
Funny... That is exactly how it is for me now, only it was in Ohio.
It used to be us (me, mom and step-dad)going to my grandparents who live 1/4 mile away, or to cousins house. Grandma's sister Aunt Mickey and her family would be there (Uncle Don, Pat, Dan, Tom, Rob, Merrilee) we at 1:00pm-ish and then again at 6pm-ish. we had left overs to go home. as we aged, boyfriends/husbands, wifes, kids, another generation was added.
Grandpa got sick, then grandma, and it all stopped... Uncle Don died then Aunt Mickey, the family has scattered to all corners of the country now. It has been 17 years or so since one has happened. Now John and I just do whatever... WHen in Hawaii we went to the O-club, Now in Washington, we go to his families pot luck Thanksgiving. and occasionally have one at home when my parents are in town, which happened this year.
It's funny though that you should talk about tradition -- Mom and I were just talking about it this morning while cooking.
It's also kind of hard since 6 years ago on this weekend (to the date) we were burying my grandmother (7 months and 11 days after my grandfather died, she couldn't live without him)
That is exactly how it is for me now, only it was in Ohio.
Heh, one of those O states. I think maybe it had something to do with grandparents and the era they came from. They seemed to be the glue that held everything together.
It's also kind of hard since 6 years ago on this weekend (to the date) we were burying my grandmother (7 months and 11 days after my grandfather died, she couldn't live without him)
We had family friends, Vern and Lucille. They were always around at Thanksgiving and Christmas and when I was a kid, I was crushed when I found out they weren't related. Vern passed away first and then a few months later, Lucille passed away. My grandmother said that after Vern died, Lucille lost her will to live. While very sad for us, it's so sweet that these people loved each other that much.
Funny... That is exactly how it is for me now, only it was in Ohio.
It used to be us (me, mom and step-dad)going to my grandparents who live 1/4 mile away, or to cousins house. Grandma's sister Aunt Mickey and her family would be there (Uncle Don, Pat, Dan, Tom, Rob, Merrilee) we at 1:00pm-ish and then again at 6pm-ish. we had left overs to go home. as we aged, boyfriends/husbands, wifes, kids, another generation was added.
Grandpa got sick, then grandma, and it all stopped... Uncle Don died then Aunt Mickey, the family has scattered to all corners of the country now. It has been 17 years or so since one has happened. Now John and I just do whatever... WHen in Hawaii we went to the O-club, Now in Washington, we go to his families pot luck Thanksgiving. and occasionally have one at home when my parents are in town, which happened this year.
It's funny though that you should talk about tradition -- Mom and I were just talking about it this morning while cooking.
It's also kind of hard since 6 years ago on this weekend (to the date) we were burying my grandmother (7 months and 11 days after my grandfather died, she couldn't live without him)
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Heh, one of those O states. I think maybe it had something to do with grandparents and the era they came from. They seemed to be the glue that held everything together.
It's also kind of hard since 6 years ago on this weekend (to the date) we were burying my grandmother (7 months and 11 days after my grandfather died, she couldn't live without him)
We had family friends, Vern and Lucille. They were always around at Thanksgiving and Christmas and when I was a kid, I was crushed when I found out they weren't related. Vern passed away first and then a few months later, Lucille passed away. My grandmother said that after Vern died, Lucille lost her will to live. While very sad for us, it's so sweet that these people loved each other that much.
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