An Empty Chair at the Table
Thanksgiving is always one of my favorite holidays. Has been since I was a kid. Mostly because of the sweet potato casserole. And mashed potatoes. And green been casserole. And Grandma Posey's peppermint ice cream stuff. But not really. Right? It is really all about being together. About my parent's dining room table that was never really big enough. So card tables, or end tables, or tables we smuggled home from church would be added. Mis-matched china and folding chairs. Sitting so close your elbows touched. (till I married a left-hander and he threw off the whole groove). It is really about being together. About children playing on the floor at the feet of grandparents. About playing tee-ball in the front yard until we hit the ball into mean Mary's yard. Trips up to Patrick Henry to play at the park. It is really about being together. About the time dad deep fried a turkey and we we worried the whole house was going to go up in flames. About ...