Blog challenge from Heather: post some T-day memories, good, bad, or whatever.
My best memory is from 1983, 27 years ago, Dan proposed on the Weds night before T-day. Our upstairs neighbor came by about a half hour later, excited to tell us that she'd (finally!) landed the job she'd been hoping for; I'm afraid our news eclipsed hers, but there was a lot of happiness on Norwood Ave that day! That was also the year we got hepatitis from the cranberry sauce and couldn't drink alcohol for 6 weeks, including Xmas, New Year's Eve, our WEDDING!
My worst memory is 1994, my kid brother had been found dead just days before. Our family cancelled Thanksgiving celebration that year.
Last year, we spent the holiday with about 150 of our closest friends, a cruisers potluck in Vero Beach, Florida. It was sunny and hot, laden tables and a random assemblage of boaters on their way south, live music and conversation, as those who had done the trip before gave advice to the newbies (of which we were 2).
This year, we're at the home of my college roommate & her family. Its a bit like living in a glossy magazine, setting the table with the good china and silver; sitting in the kitchen giggling and peeling chestnuts; looking at photos from our college days.
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I wish I'd been able to come up with a good memory to balance out the bad. {{{Hugs}}} on your brother. I'm sure he's on your mind often but even moreso around the holiday.
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