Deb and I just returned from Northern Virginia where we enjoyed Thanksgiving with family. There’s nothing better than that. Thanksgiving, as I believe I’ve said before, is my favourite holiday. It’s not encumbered with too many expectations or overly rampant commercialism – although it has become the launch date for Christmas-sale Frenzy.
This year, we gathered at my brother’s home between Round Hill and Bluemont for a fantastic dinner that included deep-fried turkey – 2 of them in fact. My hat is off to my brother who skillfully and safely executed the turkey cooking task. Admittedly, I was prepared for a conflaguration, having seen all the doomsday video run annually on every television news program in the country. I think Fire Departments actually take great delight in demonstrating the pyro-technics of dropping a frozen turkey into an over-filled vat of oil boiling over an open flame. It’s a special moment when the city pays them to go on TV and cook like an idiot. The sad part is that they are only re-creating past disasters. There really are idiots out there and they are often dangerously armed with a deep-fat fryer on a camp stove.
Heck, I had even begun writing a new song called “The Thanksgiving Uncle Patrick Burned the Front Porch Down” but abandoned it in awesome wonder at my brother’s carefull approach. And the turkey was good too!
As the years have flown by, many of parent’s generation have passed away including my own father. In fact, this year, the remaining “parents” were my mother, her brother (Uncle Bob), and my dad’s brother (Uncle Dick). As might be expected, my elders are struggling with a variety of health issues. But once we’re around that table and contentedly full of turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potataoes, black-eyed peas, string beans, and on and on,,, the laughter swells just as it has at our table for generations.
I think it’s that laughter that makes Thanksgiving the best holiday of all.