“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” 

Happy Thanksgiving!

I wish you all a day filled with family and good friends. As you sit around the table enjoying a good meal and each other, think of all your gifts and blessings and give thanks.

The morning is crisp, not yet winter cold. It is a beautiful morning filled with sunshine, a squint your eyes sunshine. The sky is a very dark blue without a cloud in sight. The air is so still nothing is moving. The leaves just sit at the ends of the branches. Their demise delayed. The dogs went out, and I followed. They ran around the yard, and I watched from the deck. I also retrieved my shoe, stolen by Nala, and a hat which came from my bedroom. I did a bit of trash pick-up while I was out.

On Thanksgiving morning when I was a kid, we’d all be sitting still in our pajamas in front of the TV watching the parade. We’d be noshing, as my mother would have said, on tangerines, mixed nuts in the shell and M&M’s. The aroma of the turkey would have already filled the house. My mother woke in the early morning to stuff it and put it in the oven. Every year it was a huge turkey, good for days of leftovers. My mother filled it with sage stuffing, still my favorite. While we watched the parade, my mother stayed in the kitchen peeling vegetables. Potatoes were always first, and there were plenty. My father’s asparagus, canned asparagus, was put in a small pan on the back burner. My mother peeled the small pearl onions for creamed onions, one of my favorite vegetables. Niblet corn and sometimes carrots filled out the menu. I remember the heat and steam when my mother opened the over to baste the turkey with butter and steal a bit of the crusty stuffing, hers by right of being the cook. On the table would be a paper Thanksgiving tablecloth. I remember it was the same very year, covered in turkeys and cornucopias. Even though the table was set with our usual plates, it looked festive and beautiful. Once the food was on the table, it became a groaning board. The pies waited in the kitchen for their turns, apple, maybe pumpkin and definitely lemon meringue. I always chose the lemon meringue.

I am so thankful for these memories filled with family.

Lord, ’tis Thy plenty-dropping hand

Lord, ’tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And giv’st me for my bushel sown
Twice ten for one.
All this, and better, Thou dost send
Me, to this end,
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart.

Robert Herrick

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14 Comments on ““Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” ”

  1. Rowen Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving! Stealing a few minutes for loafing here before I get busy. Heheh.

    • katry Says:

      Happy Thanksgiving!

      I loafed all day. I’ve already had my appetizers and will reheat dinner in a bit. It looks delicious.

  2. Christer. Says:

    First snow fell just a while ago thankfully mixed with rain so it won’t stay. The roads will be awful tomorrow morning though because it’ll freeze later tonight, I really don’t like this time of year.

    Happy Thanksgiving!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Thank you! Like you, my sister had her first snowfall yesterday. It was the latest first snow in years.

      Be careful driving. Like you, this is my least favorite time of year. If it weren’t for the holidays, I’d it dislike even more.

  3. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Well, another holiday season is upon us. This morning was chilly with a low in the mid 40s and with a stiff north wind. Yesterday we topped out in the low 70s.

    Your memories of Thanksgiving are similar to mine. We always had the traditional turkey and all the fixings. Watching the Macy’s parade was considered mandatory. In those days there were other Thanksgiving day parades on TV. I remember watching the parade from Detroit which was put on by the J. L. Hudson department store. That parade lacked the big helium filled balloons and the extravaganza that Macy’s had and are still the hallmark of the New York parade. Unfortunately, most of the local family owned department stores across the country are long gone or have been bought up and consolidated under the Macy’s brand.

    Afterwards, we watched football games. In those days the traditional Thanksgiving NFL game was the Detroit Lions verses the Chicago Bears. This was before the Dallas Cowboys existed. Later the NFL featured the Cowboys against the Washington Redskins. It became the classic battle between the cowboys and the Indians. Times have certainly changed and now the Washington team dropped the nickname Redskins out of respect for our Native Americans. This year it will be the Cowboys verses the Las Vegas Raiders. Now that the Supreme Court has ruled that sports betting is legal on the internet, the NFL allowed the Oakland Raiders to move because there’s no longer an implicit aura of illegal sports gambling in Las Vegas. Now it’s legal everywhere. The owners of the Raiders were hot to get out of Oakland because it’s a minority majority city which wouldn’t build them a new football palace. Vegas built them a huge venue with lots of expensive private suites.

    Because I’m not a fan of turkey we are having a brisket with all the fixings. I only like the dark meat on fowl and commercial turkeys are bred to have huge breasts and practically no dark meat. The only reason turkey is traditional on Thanksgiving is because of the Norman Rockwell covers on the Saturday Evening Post magazine. Why not carve a nice beef rib roast for Thanksgiving or a pork loin?

    Regardless what we eat or watch, today should be a day when we give thanks to whom ever or whatever for our health, our prosperity and that we got rid of Trump, hopefully forever.

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      We had 50+˚ weather today. Some clouds have rolled in making it even a bit chillier. It will be 44˚ tonight, warmer than the last few nights.

      We’ve never had a Thanksgiving parade in Boston but there is one in Plymouth. This year’s was televised, and it was excellent. I love the traditional drum and bugle corps which are are all alumni. They play the music I remember.Many of them have gray hair but still play a mean bugle.

      My father hurried his meal so he could watch football. He’d eat his pie in the living room usually with a glass of milk. There was no AFL so he watched the NFL. He was a screamer over plays and misplays.

      Actually, the tradition of turkey predates Norman Rockwell. After 1863, the year when President Lincoln made Thanksgiving Day a national holiday, turkeys began to appear on tables across the country. Harry Truman got the first National Turkey in 1947.

      I found this, “Some people have credited Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol (1843) with bolstering the idea of turkey as a holiday meal. But another writer, Sarah Josepha Hale, played an arguably more important role. In her 1827 novel Northwood, she devoted an entire chapter to a description of a New England Thanksgiving, with a roasted turkey “placed at the head of the table.”

      I figure you can eat whatever your heart desires. I do like turkey.

      I too wish Trump were gone, buried in time.

      • Bob Says:

        Thanks for the rundown on the origins of turkey on Thanksgiving. Today has been a complete slough day. I’m watching the football game in my PJs. The big meal will come after the game or earlier depending on how the game goes. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        The turkey has been around a long time as dinner. It almost became the national bird.

        My day was also a sloth day. I didn’t get dressed. My dinner was excellent, and there is some left over for lunch tomorrow.

  4. Birgit Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving, dear Americans!
    Have a great turkey day with family and friends!

    • katry Says:

      Thank you, Birgit. I’ve had my appetizers and will soon enjoy my turkey dinner with all the fixings.

  5. Had anyone doubts that you are a Cape resident through & through, Kat, your inclusion of Mr. Guthrie’s magnum opus is a welcomed reminder of who you are & where you live. So grateful that KTCC is a daily ray of Cape sunlight in my life. Thank you for that, Kat. Best wishes for you & your unruly menagerie (Spawns of Satan included). R.

    • katry Says:

      Mr. Guthrie’s opus has been part of Coffee for a long time. I still laugh when I hear it each year.

      I love my Cape. Coffee has become a bit of a travelog for all things Cape Cod. I love the smell of the air, the cranberries in the bogs and the pine trees, so many pine trees. Thank you for calling it a ray of Cape sunlight.

      My menagerie a couple of years ago was one dog, Henry. The cats were next. Last was Miss Nala. She enjoys chasing the Spawns of Satan. Once they go up a tree she stands and watches with hopes the Spawns will return. They know better.

      Thank you!!

  6. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Happy TG. A friend stopped by early with a few groceries that I needed, and it was early, and I looked like the child from the exorcist.
    I think, as a child we traveled to my aunt’s house in Philadelphia, one of her sons was my age and I liked him.
    I love pumpkin pie. I want to thank you for KTCC and the music you have shared all these years.
    I shared a few tunes on FB, Buffy Saint Marie, when she sang about what happened to the Indian tribes on Rainbow quest with Pete Seeger.
    Much Love,
    Lori and Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      I hope you had the best day yesterday. My dinner was wonderful. I yummed all the way through.

      My groceries for the most part are delivered. I do pick up a few things at a local store if I run out. They are the ones who provided my dinner yesterday.

      We never had dinner anywhere but home until my parents came down here a couple of times. After my dad died, my mother always came down here.

      Not a fan of pumpkin pie here. I’m okay with custard and most other pies.

      You are welcome about the music.

      All of us.

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