Thanksgiving Day brings a wealth of memories to my mind. Some of the earliest are actually hearing my sweet dad sing "Over the River and Through the Woods" to all of us in the car as we crossed the prairie on our way to a nearby town to spend the day with my grandparents. I can remember the wonderful aroma as we walked into their house, and the table, with all of its leaves in place, set beautifully with grama's pretty crystal glasses. While waiting for dinner, some of my siblings and I would take turns spinning in my grandparents' chairs that actually were just meant to swivle; however, one could get them spinning around at a pretty fast clip. And I might add, we were never once told not to do it. It was just part of the fun of being at Gramp and Grama's house. My grandfather would have a roaring fire in his fireplace that, compared to my small size at the time, seemed like it must have encompassed an entire wall. After we had enjoyed an amazing feast, it was time to make my grama's glasses "sing". The memory is still so vivid in my mind of us sitting around the table talking, when someone would dip their finger in their water goblet and begin to rub it around the edge of the glass until a tone began to play. We would all then join in the fun of making Grama's glasses "sing".
It is kind of funny what kinds of things stick in a kid's mind, and even carry on into our grown up years. When my kids were younger, and we would travel to my parents' house for Thanksgiving, I would sing "Over the River and Through the Woods" to them. It just seemed like the right thing to do while traveling to their grama's house. Nowadays we have Thanksgiving at home, my kids are older, and I just sing the song in my own mind; however, at the end of dinner when we are all sitting around talking, someone, usually my son, will dip his finger into his water goblet, and begin to make my glasses sing. I still always join in because it just seems like the proper way to end a Thanksgiving dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.