Happy Thanksgiving (2025)
Happy Thanksgiving. My very best to you and yours. I will take a short break from the blog this week to spend time with my family. I hope you do the same with yours.
The holidays are coming! The holidays are coming and with it comes the food of the season. When else do you see cranberry jello – or whatever that stuff is that wiggles out of a can? When else do you have dressing? Mother never stuffed a turkey but made cornbread dressing in a pan and baked it. It was just dressed up cornbread with chopped giblets, poultry seasoning and chicken broth mixed together. We always had ham for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I don’t remember it at any other time of the year. The turkey and ham were the only meats that she cooked that weren’t fried – although I used to joke that we had fried turkey. Who knew that would become a thing? And sweet potatoes! Baked in their skins and of course sweet potato casserole topped with marshmallows. We always had dinner rolls – the kind that have two halves that you pull apart.
We had sweet potato pie. When I first heard of pumpkin pie I thought it was a misprint. Mac and cheese was always served with the holiday meals. We had fried skillet corn – never creamed. Dad loved egg nog – non alcoholic since he didn’t drink. We thought it a weird drink, and I still do. He would sit in his favorite chair and watch football with a bowl of pecans, a glass of egg nog and a slice of fruit cake. Mother made her world famous scuppernong wine from her own garden – although she too did not drink. The wine was put in mason jars (named after someone named Mason) and distributed to all the neighbors and relatives. One thing that we did not have was green bean casserole, thank goodness, probably because we had never heard of it. Then there were potato salad and deviled eggs. Mother loved pork rinds which were too salty for my taste but had them on the side to eat with her collard greens (which when I was young I called them “Colored” greens). Mom always made Dad’s favorite cake, a yellow cake with chocolate icing with pecans strategically placed on top. The cake only appeared with our holiday fare and on his birthday (November 19). We ate in the dining room on those special days instead of in the kitchen on her best china and silverware that only appeared at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners with holiday napkins too.
But holiday fare was just not reserved for dinner. In the morning mother would have biscuits (which came from a can), grits and fried oysters (Dad’s favorite food). Until I went off to college I had thought that oysters were a breakfast food. When I finally saw it on a dinner menu I thought it was analogous to serving bacon for dinner. To his dying day, mother made Dad oysters for Thanksgiving and Christmas breakfasts. When we were finally allowed to go eat in their restaurants Dad was overjoyed when he found oysters on dinner menus. He would always ask for them even if they were not on the menu. Mother would be embarrassed and admonish him saying “Eldred, they are not on the menu!” Dad would always smile and say “Well they might have some anyway, dear.” Sometimes he was right. We also had country ham from mother’s father’s hogs. I don’t think I ever was able to chew it and I remember it as being much too salty as well.
Mom grew up on a farm and never went hungry. Dad had seven brothers and sisters and grew up in the city of Americus, GA and remember being told to get a cane pole, go dig up some worms and don’t come home until you catch dinner. But both had Christmas trees, lights and presents. Mom said that often they would only get a fruit basket with nuts and candy canes. She said that the oranges were the special treat and it would take them a week to eat a candy cane only taking a lick or two each day. She said that if she got a doll, she knew that her mother had made it and loved it even more.
Dad said that his Christmas presents were much the same except they would always get at least one toy like a yo-yo or spinning top. Thanksgiving and Christmas were the only meals when he knew they would have meat. Maybe that is why he insisted on meat at every meal and was lavish with his gift giving to us. We would look through the Sears Roebuck catalog and pick out what we wanted. I don’t ever remember them saying no. But we never asked for much. We shopped from the catalog because my parents wouldn’t patronize the segregated department stores downtown. We would get a bicycle, or skates or cap guns with cowboy hats. But same was true for the other kids in our neighborhood and we would all meet in the middle of the street to compare gifts, to skate or ride our bikes. Sometimes we played touch football. I was so non athletic that I would never get picked and when I did they would just tell me to go long.
The holidays always started with the lighting of a gigantic Christmas tree atop Rich’s, the local department store in Atlanta. We would join the multitude of people downtown. It was always a festive event. The day after Thanksgiving all the Christmas decorations would go up. Dad loved Christmas. We always had a live tree, candles in all the windows and lights strewn everywhere around the yard. Once my brother joked that turning on the lights would probably cause a citywide brownout.
My parents and brother are now gone but the memories remain. I now try to spend at least one of the holidays with one of my children – who live far apart. Their houses are always festive with their families joining them. It is a time of joy but as joyous as it is, the memories of the old days will never fade and always come back unbidden with a tear or two glistening in my eyes. Every day I miss my parents but especially during the holidays.
