As I sit here watching the Macy’s Day Parade, making sure my timing for dinner is just right, I’ve been getting a bit teary eyed, missing my Mother. I’m missing her a bit more today than normal.
We’d start cooking early in the morning, while watching the parade and then a football game. She would experiment some years on the main dish. I remember one year we had roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Another year it was lamb and mint jelly. But the sides almost never changed. And even when there were only 2-3 of us, she cooked like she was cooking for a dozen. So of course, I went home with enough leftovers for a week plus.
We also sang Christmas carols together. Our favorite was O Holy Night. Actually I got them to play the musical version at her funeral in May knowing it was her favorite. As a result, I can’t sing that one anymore without crying.
But I miss her today, more than most holidays cause we made Thanksgiving ours.
We’d start cooking early in the morning, while watching the parade and then a football game. She would experiment some years on the main dish. I remember one year we had roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Another year it was lamb and mint jelly. But the sides almost never changed. And even when there were only 2-3 of us, she cooked like she was cooking for a dozen. So of course, I went home with enough leftovers for a week plus.
We also sang Christmas carols together. Our favorite was O Holy Night. Actually I got them to play the musical version at her funeral in May knowing it was her favorite. As a result, I can’t sing that one anymore without crying.
But I miss her today, more than most holidays cause we made Thanksgiving ours.