As the families grew, tables were added. The kids table. An extra card table -- AKA the "losers" table. Some kind of unofficial pecking order was unwritten. A cousin moving to the "adult" table was a rite of passage.
Then one year, we all arrived at my uncle's house, and there were no array of tables preset. As the aroma of turkey wafted, he called in all the strapping boys to help him assemble something in the front room. Something large.
My uncle had built a table. A huge, long table. A table that a sole purpose: fitting everyone for Thanksgiving dinner. For the first time in many years, we all sat down for a Thanksgiving meal at one table. No kids table. No "losers" table.
For me, this is what Thanksgiving is all about. Family, gathering together. I am so thankful that my uncle wanted to make that table so that we could enjoy a few years where all of us could sit at the same table together.
|Who am I kidding? We don't look like that!|
Now, as the cousins have grown up and married, and had kids -- this table has also been outgrown. In fact, our Thanksgiving gathering has outgrown most of the houses that used to host the celebration. But, I'm looking forward to another Thanksgiving to gather with my extended family to catch up, laugh, and eat... together.
|Better. Not quite, but closer.|
|This one works, too. Depends on who is hosting!|
|Let's hope no one's Thanksgiving turns out this way. Brains! Brains!|