Saturday, November 20, 2021

A Writer’s Time Out for Thanksgiving


by Emme Gannon @GannonEmme

In the south, we always have meat and two vegetables for supper, one green and one yellow. Potatoes don’t count. Of course, no meal would be complete without something sour. Pickled beets, peaches, or watermelon rind will do nicely. On Thanksgiving, however, our repertoire expands like our bellies. On that grand day diets are ignored along with my brother’s corny jokes and Uncle Ferd’s unpopular political views.

Memories arise of the army of relatives that would somehow squeeze around my grandmother’s dining room table to partake of the Thanksgiving meal. We knew not to touch a morsel of food until we bowed our heads, folded our hands and blessed the meal. Sumptuous aromas of turkey, gravy, dressing, and homemade yeast rolls wafted in harmonious circles and tantalized our taste buds as we listened to my grandmother’s prayer of thanksgiving, going all the way back to her gratitude for family members who, it seemed, settled in the original Virginia colony. 

After dinner we children would be held captive for a while longer while each person shared one thing they were thankful for. At last, dismissed from the table, we would empty the game box and play Monopoly, serenaded by adult laughter as our parents reminisced over another cup of coffee. Their laughter covered our childish hearts with a shield of peace. And we knew what thankful felt like.

When my grandmother was no longer capable of the arduous task of preparing a Thanksgiving meal for our growing gang of hungry vultures, my mother took on the honor. She cleverly divided us into two groups, where the first group served and cleaned up after the other. The one constant rule was that no one would dare contribute food that had not been made from scratch. Even so, my aunt and cousin persisted in trying to disguise their box cakes with whipped cream and crushed walnuts. After one bite, my mother knew. Not to be stymied, mother finally announced that from that year on she would cook all of the dinner. After slight objections on the part of the guilty parties, they all agreed. 

Mom thought Thanksgiving dinner improved after that. We wondered. But my mother’s idiosyncrasies were forgotten on Thanksgiving, for every lonely stranger within shouting distance had a seat at her table. After dishes were done, we’d gather in the living room, where my mother would plop into her favorite chair in an exhausted heap and nap away the evening, waking only to bid all goodbye and receive the compliments she deserved.

Life has its seasons, as the writer to Ecclesiastes reminds us. My grandmother and mother are no longer with us. My husband, aunt and uncle, and brother join them in the glory of everyday praise and thanksgiving to our Holy Lord. We kids are now adults and have our own families, all scattered along the east coast and hardly within driving distance of one another. For some this year has brought loss and sadness that cling like the tentacles of a vine, still wrapping around our hearts, threatening to cut off our joy and our sense of being. For some of us, grief continues to strike like driving rain, falling like bullets upon our already wounded hearts. 

God understands. He knew. He provides, even now as we remember those times of love and laughter. God calls us to a life of gratitude and thanksgiving. Even though the sound of laughter may be absent from our lives this Thanksgiving. Even though we praise Him while in the throes of broken hearts and dreams. Even though there is an empty place at the table. 

Psalm 69:30 reads, “I will praise the name of God with a song. I will magnify Him with thanksgiving.”

David wrote this psalm during a difficult time. He tells God in verses 1-4 that he is weary from crying out to Him. His eyes are dim from waiting on God. And then, he praises God and magnifies the Holy One who is with him in his sorrow. 

Life may be good. Praise Him. Our dreams for our family and for our writing may or may not be going the way we planned. Praise Him. Let gratitude and thanksgiving reign over the day. For He is worthy to be praised.

A blessed Thanksgiving, dear writers.

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Emme Gannon is a wife, mother, and grandmother who loves to write stories that stir the heart. Her award-winning writing has appeared in Focus on the Family magazine, several anthologies, and numerous newsletters. She just completed her first novel.

11 comments:

  1. A lot of shared memories in this one, Emme. We, too, have lost and are now scattered. But thankful.

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    1. Yes, Martin, always thankful. We serve a powerful and good God who is worthy of our praise. May you and yours have a blessed Thanksgiving.

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  2. Always such wonderful, and inspiring, posts Ms. Emme. Lots of similar memories here; and I too treasure each of them. Sometimes our grieving will attempt to overtake them, but then your mind sees your mama's broad smile as she serves another helping with joy at our partaking. Or we hear the distant laughter of times gone by that we shared. God reminds us that we indeed have much to be thankful for. I'm so glad you and so many of the contributors here at Ms. Edie's gift to us all are among them. Happy Thanksgiving sweet lady.

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    2. Thank you for always encouraging, J.D. Your suggestion to remember the details of past memories is such a wonderful way to look back. Yes, I can see my mother's smile and distant laughter of all of us around the table and feel the joy that fellowship evoked. We do have much to be thankful for. A blessed Thanksgiving to you and your family.

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  3. This really struck home with me, Emme. When we moved to Georgia, our families were clear across the country. We began to spend holidays with some friends whose family was in New York. After my parents and brother passed on to Heaven, my husband's parents had passed on, too. But I find I miss family. I used to have everyone to our house, and we were a large group, usually around 18-20. How I miss that. I find myself nostalgic and a little sad at Thanksgiving and Christmas. But I'm looking forward to that great reunion when we are all together once again ... for eternity!

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    1. I completely understand, Ane. After my mother passed, my husband and I happily hosted Thanksgiving with 15-20 around the table. We can't help but be nostalgic for those days as we were made by God for such sweet fellowship. Cling to the sweet memories and let God show His presence in a very special way. May you have a very blessed Thanksgiving, Ane.

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  4. Your blog this morning brought back so many fond memories from years past. How I cherished those Thanksgiving Dinners. Thank you for sharing your story with all of us. And Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

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    1. So good to hear from you, Diane. We are truly blessed to have such sweet memories of times past with those we love. May your Thanksgiving be blessed in every way. We really do have so much to be thankful for.

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  5. Sweet memories to enjoy. Thanks for sharing and for reminding us to be thankful and appreciate what we have.

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