A Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie. That is what I keep thinking about when I reflect on last Thursday. We somehow missed the pumpkin pie at both the houses we were at to celebrate Thanksgiving. This made me a little bit sad, as I have a deep, deep love for pumpkin pie. I will just have to double up at Christmas this year.
The day was very nice and we were able to spend it with those we love. We have so very much to be thankful for.
My grandparents lived in San Diego when we were growing up, about one hour away from us. Every now and then, one of us would get to go and stay with them for a few days. It was always very exciting and my grandma would always have big plans and lots of treats. It always seemed like we got to stay up so late when we were visitng (they would be heading for bed around 9:00, but it seemed so late then!). My grandma would make dinner and my grandpa would sit in his chair with his tray of food on his lap while my grandma and I sat on the couch and ate (she always bought artichokes. I loved artichokes). My grandpa would watch reruns of MASH and Cheers while we sat there and my grandma and I were not allowed to make a peep while they were on. After we ate, we would make some kind of craft or she would crochet while we sat there. I can remember him getting so frustrated with our whispering. We were interrupting his shows! They were reruns and to an eight year old, totally lame shows. I didn’t get them at all. They weren’t funny and I didn’t get half of what they were talking about. Even though I had to sit through an hour of painful television, I still loved being able to go visit them and now I can appreciate my grandpa’s love for Cheers and MASH. A bit before bed, my grandma would make tea for my grandpa and me and she would drink her cup of hot water (caffeine didn’t agree with her, I guess). Around 9 o’clock, they would get up and go to bed, leaving me to sleep in the living room on the couch. My grandma would turn the cuckoo clock of so it didn’t scare me in the night (I was scared by everything) and I would fall asleep. My grandma would be up by 4 the next morning, making something for breakfast or baking or doing some crazy craft for such an ungodly hour. They are fun memories and I miss those times. I have been thinking a lot about my grandma lately and how much I miss her. I am so thankful to have such great memories of times I spent with her. She was a great lady and I was able to learn a lot from her. Everyone should be so blessed to have such a great grandma.
