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Okay, I had a "secret" holiday tradition with one of my sisters, Patty, when I was little (the other sister would have NEVER participated- she was the "good" one, lol!). Every Christmas me and my sister would carefully consider where our presents might be hidden and wait for the golden opportunity when our parents would leave us alone in the house for a short time. This was long before there were laws about leaving kids alone and we are talking about a short window of time! So we would plot our search and wait. Finally, my dad would be where ever he went and Mom would need to run to the store for some milk or something. We would divert our older sister with the dog needing to go out and be played with ("It's your Turn!") and it was Go Time! Once we actually found them. I don't know if anyone remembers the little dolls that were sort of tiny puppets, but you put your fingers in the tights legs and Wah lah! The dolls were alive! We were so excited, because we really, really wanted them. I got the Redheaded Ballerina and she got the Brunette in purple that was an ice skater. So we carefully put everything back and joined our other sister outside to play with the dog just before Mom got home. For the next couple of weeks, until Christmas came, me and Patty were so full of our happy discovery, finally actually knowing, we were exchanging winks and nods constantly.
I wonder if it's time to ask Mom if she knew we found the goods that year?
I wonder if it's time to ask Mom if she knew we found the goods that year?
I've got one for u my story right now
all this year I've been out of work trying to send my wife to school to be a nurse on odd jobs and such now we are losing our house to bankruptcy so me my wife and two kids were looking at no place to live for the holidays last week was my best week ever i stopped smoking on the 17th now vamping much better and cheaper and a good friend calls and says he's buying us a house and the my wife gets a call and a job opened up as she finished school in summer the job is a blessing because here in nj nurse jobs are allways given to older nurses and she got lucky so the future is looking great now but two weeks ago thought i has going to be on the streets in the cold so i would love some juice for free cause i have to watch my pennies and can only get low cost for now untill after the move and the lawyers thanks for listening have great holidays
all this year I've been out of work trying to send my wife to school to be a nurse on odd jobs and such now we are losing our house to bankruptcy so me my wife and two kids were looking at no place to live for the holidays last week was my best week ever i stopped smoking on the 17th now vamping much better and cheaper and a good friend calls and says he's buying us a house and the my wife gets a call and a job opened up as she finished school in summer the job is a blessing because here in nj nurse jobs are allways given to older nurses and she got lucky so the future is looking great now but two weeks ago thought i has going to be on the streets in the cold so i would love some juice for free cause i have to watch my pennies and can only get low cost for now untill after the move and the lawyers thanks for listening have great holidays
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While I was making Thanksgiving dinner I thought of a couple family traditions.I lived with my grand parents off and on most of my life.They grew up on a farm during the Great depression. These are things Grams did I still do to this day.She buttered each piece of bread before cutting it up for the filling.Chopped the giblets up and put them is the filling also.And no matter what never ever forget to put the saffron in.
We also use milk and eggs instead of broth in our filling.
The traditions I picked up living with my Mon I still do to this day also.The tree goes up on my birthday one week before Christmas And comes down New Years day.And never ever forget Mom loves you no matter what happens.
While I was making Thanksgiving dinner I thought of a couple family traditions.I lived with my grand parents off and on most of my life.They grew up on a farm during the Great depression. These are things Grams did I still do to this day.She buttered each piece of bread before cutting it up for the filling.Chopped the giblets up and put them is the filling also.And no matter what never ever forget to put the saffron in.
We also use milk and eggs instead of broth in our filling.The traditions I picked up living with my Mon I still do to this day also.The tree goes up on my birthday one week before Christmas And comes down New Years day.And never ever forget Mom loves you no matter what happens.
OK i love this juice and i will give the story a try!:
When I was a kid we always went to my grandmothers house for thanksgiving. While my grandfather was still alive (he died when i was 12) there was a kids table, this table was actually in a different part of the house than where the "adult" table was but they could hear us! I remember countless times hearing my dad or one of my uncles (there are four brothers so there was a LOT of family in that small house every year) yell out to all of us cousins to keep it down they were trying to talk......hey we were doing that also just a LOT louder with a LOT more laughter! We dont really get together like that anymore now that both grandparents are gone but i really do miss those days of all of us being together, this year it was just us and my sons G/F and yes it was nice but i miss the big family get to-gethers and the trip to the farm sometimes after dinner. One year we even got to see footage one of my great uncles brought over of my great grandmother on film (she was hiding her face and waving the camera away I believe it was canning day as it looked as if she was carrying a big basket of some type of berries) I sure miss those days but i am thankful for what I have now even while missing those who are gone and once shared those times with me and my family.
anyway there it is and the other stories are awesome too gl all and hope everyone had a great holiday!
When I was a kid we always went to my grandmothers house for thanksgiving. While my grandfather was still alive (he died when i was 12) there was a kids table, this table was actually in a different part of the house than where the "adult" table was but they could hear us! I remember countless times hearing my dad or one of my uncles (there are four brothers so there was a LOT of family in that small house every year) yell out to all of us cousins to keep it down they were trying to talk......hey we were doing that also just a LOT louder with a LOT more laughter! We dont really get together like that anymore now that both grandparents are gone but i really do miss those days of all of us being together, this year it was just us and my sons G/F and yes it was nice but i miss the big family get to-gethers and the trip to the farm sometimes after dinner. One year we even got to see footage one of my great uncles brought over of my great grandmother on film (she was hiding her face and waving the camera away I believe it was canning day as it looked as if she was carrying a big basket of some type of berries) I sure miss those days but i am thankful for what I have now even while missing those who are gone and once shared those times with me and my family.
anyway there it is and the other stories are awesome too gl all and hope everyone had a great holiday!
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First thanksgiving I was married. Never cooked a turkey before. I put it in upside down. The thing never popped out and could not figure out why until my husband went to carve it! Let me tell you though, the breasts were really juicy!
First thanksgiving I was married. Never cooked a turkey before. I put it in upside down. The thing never popped out and could not figure out why until my husband went to carve it! Let me tell you though, the breasts were really juicy!
Our Thanksgiving tale begins at 4am. Wife and I have learned from the internets that a turkey must be cooked 20 minutes per pound. Our turkey is 22lb and guests arrive at 1pm, so the alarm has been set for 4. Mindlessly we fetch the bird, stuff the bird and begin to roast the bird.
Suddenly and without warning, no less than 17 ninjas enter our home (although I would not be at all surprised to learn that many more were there that I could not detect). They are from Japan and do not celebrate Thanksgiving, but they have tasted my wife's turkey and proclaim that none shall have it but them. They intend to wait until the bird is done, and in the meantime shall protect it from competative marauders (they communicate this all using sophisticated sign-language which my wife was able to learn on her miraculous adventures across Asia).
We go back to bed. When we awake again at 8am, the turkey is miraculously and mysteriously done cooking. Though they would not confirm or deny this, I suspect ninja magic. Both wife and I wonder aloud why the internets are such filthy liars. I attempt to bash her laptop into dust using one of the cats (who thought our earlier awakening meant it was time to play), but wife stopped me with a kurt and annoyed reminder that my pornography would also be destroyed. The cat and I exchange a knowing look of rivalry, which has, as of yet, gone unresolved.
Preparing the rest of the meal is a struggle, because our home is filled with the corpses of pirates, clowns, robots, and orcs. Silently in the night, the ninjas have guarded our meal well from the potential theives; and though it is well appreciated, we are very annoyed that they have not had the courtesy to dispose of the bodies (the prior evening, wife and I worked late into the night to make certain that our home's cleanliness was up to her mother's white-gloved-standards). Luckily wife and I find jugs of gin on the pirate corpses, which makes the rest of the morning go much more smoothly.
I bury the various turkey theives in a mass grave behind the shed (which I am lucky to have already prepared, just in case the topic of homosexual marriage came up around the dinner table betwixt myself and my wife's ignorant sister, who does not see the irony of her judgement despite having had a child out of wedlock).
Soon, Wife's family begins to arrive. We serve the meal and the day goes smoothly (no-one is afforded seconds because the turkey has mysteriously vanished; a shiver of terror travels down my spine as I fear that death will come for me on the tip of a poisoned shiruken -- ninja trechery). My wife's strange new cousin, who seems to have forgotten that she is wearing a dress as she lounges on our sofa, has brought a dessert dish that looks very much like my mother's dildo (which I tragically stumbled upon in high-school whilst searching my parents dresser for a favorite t-shirt). Each of our guests engorge themselves on the penis-pastry, but my wife and I abstain.
Though I am not exactly sure what went into the log's creation, I'm certain that at least one ingredient was the cursed blood of a cyclopean albino infant, because no sooner do they swallow their last bites than they turn into ravenous, mindless zombies.
My wife and I flee to the upstairs bathroom while the zombified remains of her family chase after us, nipping and scratching at our heels. Their barely human, gutteral moanings are maddening. "I don't know how to use this bottle opener!" they shout, drooling from their horrible maws. "What is this music? It's horrible" they groan at us, clawing at the door. "It's the Fratellis" I yell back, but to no avail; their gluttonous rage will not be sated. "Chelsea Dagger is a great song," is not a suitable taunt for stopping mindless zombies (who wonder why there is no Pat Benatar on my 80gb ipod).
I cradle her in my arms while my wife weeps. She confesses that she wants to drown my face in the toilet if I ask her one more time what she is thankful for. I tell her that it is a coping mechanism I developed the last time I had to fight back an undead hoarde (a tragic tale that will teach you the dangers of planting trees, and that which prompts me to send out arbor-day cards filled with confetti every year). We are certain that death is upon us.
Eventually the rain dies down, the shreiks subside and a peaceful silence permeates the house. We open the door to find that her family has gone in search of other food, leaving us the arduous task of cleaning up. Wife focuses on getting things back in order while I wash every dish in the house. Seriously, every single dish. By hand.
We change clothes and settle in. We decide to watch a movie because neither of us has the energy to manipulate the DVR. "Black Dynamite" I suggest and Wife's eyes light up. We don't make it past the opening credits before we're both asleep on the couch.
I don't usually fall asleep to movies; I suspect ninja magic.
Suddenly and without warning, no less than 17 ninjas enter our home (although I would not be at all surprised to learn that many more were there that I could not detect). They are from Japan and do not celebrate Thanksgiving, but they have tasted my wife's turkey and proclaim that none shall have it but them. They intend to wait until the bird is done, and in the meantime shall protect it from competative marauders (they communicate this all using sophisticated sign-language which my wife was able to learn on her miraculous adventures across Asia).
We go back to bed. When we awake again at 8am, the turkey is miraculously and mysteriously done cooking. Though they would not confirm or deny this, I suspect ninja magic. Both wife and I wonder aloud why the internets are such filthy liars. I attempt to bash her laptop into dust using one of the cats (who thought our earlier awakening meant it was time to play), but wife stopped me with a kurt and annoyed reminder that my pornography would also be destroyed. The cat and I exchange a knowing look of rivalry, which has, as of yet, gone unresolved.
Preparing the rest of the meal is a struggle, because our home is filled with the corpses of pirates, clowns, robots, and orcs. Silently in the night, the ninjas have guarded our meal well from the potential theives; and though it is well appreciated, we are very annoyed that they have not had the courtesy to dispose of the bodies (the prior evening, wife and I worked late into the night to make certain that our home's cleanliness was up to her mother's white-gloved-standards). Luckily wife and I find jugs of gin on the pirate corpses, which makes the rest of the morning go much more smoothly.
I bury the various turkey theives in a mass grave behind the shed (which I am lucky to have already prepared, just in case the topic of homosexual marriage came up around the dinner table betwixt myself and my wife's ignorant sister, who does not see the irony of her judgement despite having had a child out of wedlock).
Soon, Wife's family begins to arrive. We serve the meal and the day goes smoothly (no-one is afforded seconds because the turkey has mysteriously vanished; a shiver of terror travels down my spine as I fear that death will come for me on the tip of a poisoned shiruken -- ninja trechery). My wife's strange new cousin, who seems to have forgotten that she is wearing a dress as she lounges on our sofa, has brought a dessert dish that looks very much like my mother's dildo (which I tragically stumbled upon in high-school whilst searching my parents dresser for a favorite t-shirt). Each of our guests engorge themselves on the penis-pastry, but my wife and I abstain.
Though I am not exactly sure what went into the log's creation, I'm certain that at least one ingredient was the cursed blood of a cyclopean albino infant, because no sooner do they swallow their last bites than they turn into ravenous, mindless zombies.
My wife and I flee to the upstairs bathroom while the zombified remains of her family chase after us, nipping and scratching at our heels. Their barely human, gutteral moanings are maddening. "I don't know how to use this bottle opener!" they shout, drooling from their horrible maws. "What is this music? It's horrible" they groan at us, clawing at the door. "It's the Fratellis" I yell back, but to no avail; their gluttonous rage will not be sated. "Chelsea Dagger is a great song," is not a suitable taunt for stopping mindless zombies (who wonder why there is no Pat Benatar on my 80gb ipod).
I cradle her in my arms while my wife weeps. She confesses that she wants to drown my face in the toilet if I ask her one more time what she is thankful for. I tell her that it is a coping mechanism I developed the last time I had to fight back an undead hoarde (a tragic tale that will teach you the dangers of planting trees, and that which prompts me to send out arbor-day cards filled with confetti every year). We are certain that death is upon us.
Eventually the rain dies down, the shreiks subside and a peaceful silence permeates the house. We open the door to find that her family has gone in search of other food, leaving us the arduous task of cleaning up. Wife focuses on getting things back in order while I wash every dish in the house. Seriously, every single dish. By hand.
We change clothes and settle in. We decide to watch a movie because neither of us has the energy to manipulate the DVR. "Black Dynamite" I suggest and Wife's eyes light up. We don't make it past the opening credits before we're both asleep on the couch.
I don't usually fall asleep to movies; I suspect ninja magic.
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5 years ago my daughter bought a fart machine and placed it in a drawer under where my husband always carved the turkey. Everytime he started to cut she pushed the button from the other room. He actually thought the turkey had gas and asked me if I was sure the turkey was done!
5 years ago my daughter bought a fart machine and placed it in a drawer under where my husband always carved the turkey. Everytime he started to cut she pushed the button from the other room. He actually thought the turkey had gas and asked me if I was sure the turkey was done!
1.) I remember growing up and going to "Thanksgiving" to my Grandfathers house, everything was nice but in order, but this was just another excuse for my Mother to get hammered drunk. I remember being around 12 when the tradition of going to my Grandfathers turned into going to a restaurant so the "stress" of my Mother cooking would not have to happen anymore. After the second year, I never wanted to go out with my Mother again, she could never handle her booze. (She died last year at hospice due to alcoholism.) Through my adolescence I jumped around to friend's house to friend's house which was fine, I just wished for a "normal" Holiday with all of my family. When I turned 18 I spent my first Thanksgiving in jail. I had at this point in my life started drinking and using drugs to drive away the feeling of shame, guilt, and sorrow of my childhood. I had a chicken patty, mashed potatoes, and green beans that night. (More than a lot of people in the world had that night.) I spent the better part of my adult life in prison. Thanksgiving was just another day to be sorrowful about all the messed up choices I had made. I got out of prison four years ago and integrated into a town I have never been to before. With no friends, family, or people I knew...my first Thanksgiving out of prison was at a halfway house. The year after that I had found a place on my own, established new friends (people in recovery...I am in a 12step program) and had my first Thanksgiving that I felt like I belonged and felt loved. Today, being Thanksgiving...I went to the same house with the same people to enjoy Thanksgiving with. Today I am thankful...that is because that today is NOT the only day to have gratitude in life. For me, Thanksgiving day is a gauge for me to see where I am at in life....how far I have come through my struggles, and to carry out a sense of gratitude in my everyday endeavors. For the last few years..a tradition has started, to live life and enjoy it with thanks. To realize that comparing myself to others will only lead to resentment. Today is a day of reflection....to realize I have an abundance of things to be thankful for, not only today...but every day throughout the year.
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#1 Ok...here is a memorable and quite funny(now) Christmas Story.....
My hubby and I were shopping for Christmas with out 4 year old son. We didnt have a babysitter and it was really hard to keep our son occupied so he would not notice what was going in our cart. I was doing a great job at hiding everything he was pointing at and stuffing it in the basket whe he got distracted. Well...I grabbed a Cartoon on DVD he wanted and just as I was sneaking it in the basket he started to turn around so I slipped it under my sweater. My hubby went balistic saying "You cant do that ...people will think your stealing." Well of course I was certainly offended and embarassed so it turned into a little spat. By now my son has already seen the DVD so that was not a surprise. I was so angry I ended up leaving the store drove home with my son. Haha leaving my hubby there(ah so ruthless back in those days). Well my hubby ended up walking home. It was only about 10 miles..lol. When he got home I of course went back and purchased everything we were shopping for and left my hubby and son home. Now to make a long story short......
Christmas eve with both sides of the family present and a video camera running my son opens up the DVD that started the trouble. He stands up and with the DVD in his hand and says...."That is the movie mama wanted to get me and daddy said she couldnt steal it and he walked all the way home." Everyone got real quiet and just looked at us. We both started laughing and but at the same time wished we could disappear. We were the .... of all jokes the rest of the evening. My parents still have that video and we still get laughed at about it. That was 10 yrs ago.
My hubby and I were shopping for Christmas with out 4 year old son. We didnt have a babysitter and it was really hard to keep our son occupied so he would not notice what was going in our cart. I was doing a great job at hiding everything he was pointing at and stuffing it in the basket whe he got distracted. Well...I grabbed a Cartoon on DVD he wanted and just as I was sneaking it in the basket he started to turn around so I slipped it under my sweater. My hubby went balistic saying "You cant do that ...people will think your stealing." Well of course I was certainly offended and embarassed so it turned into a little spat. By now my son has already seen the DVD so that was not a surprise. I was so angry I ended up leaving the store drove home with my son. Haha leaving my hubby there(ah so ruthless back in those days). Well my hubby ended up walking home. It was only about 10 miles..lol. When he got home I of course went back and purchased everything we were shopping for and left my hubby and son home. Now to make a long story short......
Christmas eve with both sides of the family present and a video camera running my son opens up the DVD that started the trouble. He stands up and with the DVD in his hand and says...."That is the movie mama wanted to get me and daddy said she couldnt steal it and he walked all the way home." Everyone got real quiet and just looked at us. We both started laughing and but at the same time wished we could disappear. We were the .... of all jokes the rest of the evening. My parents still have that video and we still get laughed at about it. That was 10 yrs ago.
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This will be a holiday story that I hope others find as heartwarming as it was for us. This is a true and current story, it may be a little long, I hope you all read it though as it made my Thanksgiving wonderful.
A little bit of pre story must be told for it to be fully understood and appreciated though. About 21 years ago I married my first wife, she, as was I, were from close families. Holidays were always spent with our entire families getting together and we would have to shuffle back and forth every holiday to spend time with both our families, but we wouldn't have it any other way. One of the really close people in my wife's life is her sister, they were close to the same age and stayed very close growing up and into adulthood. My wife's sister became pregnant and had an amazing daughter about 17 years ago, I will not go into the details but my niece would never know who her father was, this was something that the family tried to rectify but could not. But, my niece had the most loving family anyone could ever ask for so we all knew it would be ok.
Less than 2 years later my wife and I had our daughter after several tries, we had gotten to the point we thought we would not be able to have children, so to say our daughter was a blessing and miracle would not be an overstatement. From the time they were babies it seemed our daughter and niece were destined to be best friends as well as cousins. My wife, her sister, and our daughters almost seemed destined to be amazingly close for all time. They either talked, or were together almost every day one way or another. It was something amazing to be a part of.
My wife and I got married when we were young, and ended up separating about 12 years ago, it was amicable and we stayed close and still are to this day, splitting even time with our daughter and going to dinner and even visiting each other for dinners and games often. A few years after we split my then ex wife called me in tears, her sister had passed away unexpectedly. Once again I will not go into the details but it was nothing no one could have seen coming all the way up until her last hour of life. This was an amazingly hard time for everyone, especially my niece and ex wife and my daughter who saw her aunt as almost a second mother, and loved her as much.
My niece would go to live with her grandparents since the father was forever MIA. That was something we knew was good though as my ex wife's parents are amazingly loving people. That year my niece came to my house for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with myself and my daughter and current wife who my niece had also become close to. Somehow it instantly turned into a tradition that my ex wife nor my ex wife's parents ever interfered with, in fact every year the entire family makes sure my niece is here for Thanksgiving, and every year we would sit at the dinner table for hours just talking and laughing and even sometimes crying as a family.
This year, everything seemed to start changing, my daughter and niece both started getting in trouble, small stuff but still enough to worry us. They both seemed to start distancing themselves from their families a bit, I mean in the way teenagers do, no more kisses and everything, it's all about friends, boyfriends, cars, and the newest fads and clothes, and also bits of trouble to throw in. A few weeks ago the two of them got into trouble together again (skipping school) and they were both grounded. I had not talked to my niece much this year anyway which I understand I mean she is 17, I know how it is to be 17. And I knew there was the fact she was in trouble, and grounded, and the family was frustrated with her and my daughter getting into trouble several times this year. My current wife and I believed there was no chance we would see my niece this year.
Earlier this afternoon while my wife and I were cooking we got to talking about not having my niece with us this year, it was more painful than I thought it would be, we all felt something was missing and it really felt like this Thanksgiving was not going to be the best one. We have our Thanksgiving meal the same time every year, and 1 hour before eating time my phone rang, I answered it, and the meekest most apologetic voice I have ever heard said one question, "Uncle Mike, am I still allowed to come over for Thanksgiving?" I looked at my wife and smiled and had a tear in my eye, my wife knew who it was instantly on the phone. "Of course you are" I responded. Her grandma and grandpa brought her right over. With the trouble she has been in this is the one year I honestly thought her grandparents would not let her over due to the way her and my daughter were getting in trouble together. ( Please do not misunderstand, they do not get in big trouble, just skipping a day of school here and there and talking back and the like, but they have always been very good girls so this is all a big shock to us this year)
We ate together, then sat at the table all as a family and talked for several hours about lots of things, including all the issues of this year and I think found some of the causes of those issues even. As it came time to leave my niece got up gave my wife and I a giant hug and a kiss and told us, "No matter how old I am or where we all are Thanksgiving is something we will always do together, all of us, I promise. I love you guys" Then my daughter starting hugging and giving kisses to everyone and so did my son. We all had a few tears of happiness.
I started out today feeling like it was going to be a bit of a sad Thanksgiving, I started wondering what it would be like for my daughter's and son and niece to start growing away from me, and then how it would be spending Thanksgiving's without my niece even, these were thoughts I did not enjoy, my family ( and that includes my niece ) are the most important thing in my life. Then to not only have my niece still show up, but to give us hugs and kisses like she always did, and let us know how much she loves us and just how important this tradition was for her also? Today ended up being my families best Thanksgiving ever and we are already looking forward to next Thanksgiving. We are having a very hard year, for a lot of reasons, but tonight reminded us that in a lot of ways, we are still blessed.
Thank you all for reading and I hope you all had an amazing day also.
This will be a holiday story that I hope others find as heartwarming as it was for us. This is a true and current story, it may be a little long, I hope you all read it though as it made my Thanksgiving wonderful.
A little bit of pre story must be told for it to be fully understood and appreciated though. About 21 years ago I married my first wife, she, as was I, were from close families. Holidays were always spent with our entire families getting together and we would have to shuffle back and forth every holiday to spend time with both our families, but we wouldn't have it any other way. One of the really close people in my wife's life is her sister, they were close to the same age and stayed very close growing up and into adulthood. My wife's sister became pregnant and had an amazing daughter about 17 years ago, I will not go into the details but my niece would never know who her father was, this was something that the family tried to rectify but could not. But, my niece had the most loving family anyone could ever ask for so we all knew it would be ok.
Less than 2 years later my wife and I had our daughter after several tries, we had gotten to the point we thought we would not be able to have children, so to say our daughter was a blessing and miracle would not be an overstatement. From the time they were babies it seemed our daughter and niece were destined to be best friends as well as cousins. My wife, her sister, and our daughters almost seemed destined to be amazingly close for all time. They either talked, or were together almost every day one way or another. It was something amazing to be a part of.
My wife and I got married when we were young, and ended up separating about 12 years ago, it was amicable and we stayed close and still are to this day, splitting even time with our daughter and going to dinner and even visiting each other for dinners and games often. A few years after we split my then ex wife called me in tears, her sister had passed away unexpectedly. Once again I will not go into the details but it was nothing no one could have seen coming all the way up until her last hour of life. This was an amazingly hard time for everyone, especially my niece and ex wife and my daughter who saw her aunt as almost a second mother, and loved her as much.
My niece would go to live with her grandparents since the father was forever MIA. That was something we knew was good though as my ex wife's parents are amazingly loving people. That year my niece came to my house for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with myself and my daughter and current wife who my niece had also become close to. Somehow it instantly turned into a tradition that my ex wife nor my ex wife's parents ever interfered with, in fact every year the entire family makes sure my niece is here for Thanksgiving, and every year we would sit at the dinner table for hours just talking and laughing and even sometimes crying as a family.
This year, everything seemed to start changing, my daughter and niece both started getting in trouble, small stuff but still enough to worry us. They both seemed to start distancing themselves from their families a bit, I mean in the way teenagers do, no more kisses and everything, it's all about friends, boyfriends, cars, and the newest fads and clothes, and also bits of trouble to throw in. A few weeks ago the two of them got into trouble together again (skipping school) and they were both grounded. I had not talked to my niece much this year anyway which I understand I mean she is 17, I know how it is to be 17. And I knew there was the fact she was in trouble, and grounded, and the family was frustrated with her and my daughter getting into trouble several times this year. My current wife and I believed there was no chance we would see my niece this year.
Earlier this afternoon while my wife and I were cooking we got to talking about not having my niece with us this year, it was more painful than I thought it would be, we all felt something was missing and it really felt like this Thanksgiving was not going to be the best one. We have our Thanksgiving meal the same time every year, and 1 hour before eating time my phone rang, I answered it, and the meekest most apologetic voice I have ever heard said one question, "Uncle Mike, am I still allowed to come over for Thanksgiving?" I looked at my wife and smiled and had a tear in my eye, my wife knew who it was instantly on the phone. "Of course you are" I responded. Her grandma and grandpa brought her right over. With the trouble she has been in this is the one year I honestly thought her grandparents would not let her over due to the way her and my daughter were getting in trouble together. ( Please do not misunderstand, they do not get in big trouble, just skipping a day of school here and there and talking back and the like, but they have always been very good girls so this is all a big shock to us this year)
We ate together, then sat at the table all as a family and talked for several hours about lots of things, including all the issues of this year and I think found some of the causes of those issues even. As it came time to leave my niece got up gave my wife and I a giant hug and a kiss and told us, "No matter how old I am or where we all are Thanksgiving is something we will always do together, all of us, I promise. I love you guys" Then my daughter starting hugging and giving kisses to everyone and so did my son. We all had a few tears of happiness.
I started out today feeling like it was going to be a bit of a sad Thanksgiving, I started wondering what it would be like for my daughter's and son and niece to start growing away from me, and then how it would be spending Thanksgiving's without my niece even, these were thoughts I did not enjoy, my family ( and that includes my niece ) are the most important thing in my life. Then to not only have my niece still show up, but to give us hugs and kisses like she always did, and let us know how much she loves us and just how important this tradition was for her also? Today ended up being my families best Thanksgiving ever and we are already looking forward to next Thanksgiving. We are having a very hard year, for a lot of reasons, but tonight reminded us that in a lot of ways, we are still blessed.
Thank you all for reading and I hope you all had an amazing day also.
These are some wonderful stories folks! No matter what holiday or day, it seems we all have a tremendous amount to be grateful for!
#1- my tradition for thanksgiving is a horribly busy one but ive never ended it on a bad note.
to start i have a thanksgiving brunch/breakfast at my house,after that its thnaksgiving dinner(lunchtime) at my aunts and uncles(dads side), fallowing that theres dinner at my grandparents house(moms side) with pie then back to my aunt and uncles for pie again lol and to end the day my family rents out the locol high school gym and we go play volley ball with a beach ball with the whole family, the kids ride toys around the gym or play with basketballs and such. we allways have a really fun time and the kids get home and crash in their beds, the adults get to burn off some of the callories and its a great way to bring all the family together! so thats my lil tradition!-)
to start i have a thanksgiving brunch/breakfast at my house,after that its thnaksgiving dinner(lunchtime) at my aunts and uncles(dads side), fallowing that theres dinner at my grandparents house(moms side) with pie then back to my aunt and uncles for pie again lol and to end the day my family rents out the locol high school gym and we go play volley ball with a beach ball with the whole family, the kids ride toys around the gym or play with basketballs and such. we allways have a really fun time and the kids get home and crash in their beds, the adults get to burn off some of the callories and its a great way to bring all the family together! so thats my lil tradition!-)
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I want to thank everyone who contributed their stories and pictures. Some are entertaining and made me laugh. Some are sad and made me cry. They are all wonderful reading, so I thank you again for telling them here and sharing them with all of us.
Thanks also to those who kept the thread alive with your bumps, humorous and otherwise.
So, now on to business...
As stated in the original contest post, first prize winner will be selected by me and a few of my ECF friends for our favorite story no later than midnight EST on Monday.
I will be in touch with each of the winners through PM in order to coordinate prizes.
Second prize for most likes goes to mfraz25 for entry #36 and the infamous kitty kaper!
Third prize for the random entry drawing goes to Mudflap for entry #75.
If mfraz or Mudflap are selected for first place, I will choose an alternate winner based on likes for second prize or random number generator for first prize.
Congratulations to mfraz25 and Mudflap
...and thanks again everyone for helping to make this a fun contest!
I want to thank everyone who contributed their stories and pictures. Some are entertaining and made me laugh. Some are sad and made me cry. They are all wonderful reading, so I thank you again for telling them here and sharing them with all of us.
Thanks also to those who kept the thread alive with your bumps, humorous and otherwise.
So, now on to business...
As stated in the original contest post, first prize winner will be selected by me and a few of my ECF friends for our favorite story no later than midnight EST on Monday.
I will be in touch with each of the winners through PM in order to coordinate prizes.
Second prize for most likes goes to mfraz25 for entry #36 and the infamous kitty kaper!
Third prize for the random entry drawing goes to Mudflap for entry #75.
If mfraz or Mudflap are selected for first place, I will choose an alternate winner based on likes for second prize or random number generator for first prize.
Congratulations to mfraz25 and Mudflap
...and thanks again everyone for helping to make this a fun contest!
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