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Thanksgiving
by Clydene Overbey
Its November, and here
comes snow in many places.
Its a time for rest, a warm
comforter over your lower
extremities while you watch
TV, read, snooze on the
couch or in your favorite
spot.
I love winter. Time to
have sweet reunion with
folks you hadnt talked to
since spring planting.
I remember well those
first days of winter as we
kids ran to the windows to
watch the first flakes fall.
The house would be warm
and smell of supper cooking
on the stove when wed
come home from school.
Mama had a four burner
gas stove in the kitchen,
and one of the rear burners
could be lifted out, and a
special pot that came with
the stove, lowered into it (I
swear it was the first crockpot ever!) Many a great pot
of bacon and brown beans
were simmered all day in that
pot.
Mamas fried chicken
also was the best Ive ever
tasted to this day! She made
it in a cast iron skillet with
plenty of lard in the bottom
crackling away when her
seasoned and floured
chicken parts landed in it. It
would turn out crispy and
golden brown. Potatoes,
some peas and biscuits and
gravy on the side, and youd
make a pig of yourself every
time.
Those were and still are
the meals I long for, and try
to imitate when the weather
turns chilly.
Through the years, Ive
become a crockpot queen,
and love the time it saves me,
and delicious meals it provides.
Funny how smells can
bring back lovely memories
of family, friends and home,
with me its usually food
smells, (and I wonder why I
cant control my weight, ha!.
ha!)
With November here, Im
sure most of you ladies are
looking toward the holidays,
and cooking traditional
meals for your family at
Thanksgiving and Christmastime. Can you just smell
that turkey or ham, homemade dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberries, sweet potatoes with
marshmallow topping, and
pumpkin pie? Lordy, there I
go again! Well, thats the traditional meal, and Im anxious for it to be that time of
year again.
I love the festivities and
decorations and giving
thanks for all we have, and
remembering our Father in
Heaven is the Reason for
the Season!
So many folks in my
memory have passed on
now, but in my minds eye I
see them still, and it warms
my heart, their faces laughing and enjoying food and
funny tales passed from one
generation to the other.
We were kids unaware,
not knowing we would cherish those cold winter days
of Novembers holiday feast
followed by walking on top
of frozen snow without
breaking through as we ran
outside to play after our
stomachs were full. We
thought Thanksgiving was
only for church, and a lovely
meal at the end of each November in memory of the
pilgrim-people wed read
about in school who shared
their harvest meal with Indi-
Leding.
I saw Mildred Lachowsky last week and she
looked so good. Hope she
can make it back to church
soon.
Condolences to Aunt
Lucille Post Johnson of
Wichita, Kan., on the death
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