By Linda Jones
I try every year at Thanksgiving to really
give a lot of thought as to exactly what I’m thankful for. And I’m
usually quite surprised at my bounteous blessings.
I also find the older I get, the more like
my father I get. Seems like I live on Memory Lane most of the time. Thanksgiving
is no exception!
am so thankful for...
my wonderful, beautiful, funny, smart, loving,
the rest of my family. I have a great daughter,
a great son and a wonderful husband (someone asked me one time if
I was stranded on a desert island, who would I take. I never had
to think twice. Pop and his “Leatherman” pocket knife
and wonder-tool would be all anyone would need to survive forever
in the wilderness.). And I have two great brothers. Not to mention
my favorite niece and her family; my friend Jane who is so dear
to my heart; my church family, my South Reporter family and I could
go on and on. I am blessed with family and friends.
being able to sit with my mother as a youngster
and watch her sew and learn to love it as much as she did. I’ll
never sew as well as she did, but I do love it as much.
having strict parents as a child. I thought
growing up that my mother was so mean! By my 13th birthday, I was
convinced the only reason she existed was to ruin my life! She had
the nerve to refuse to let me go on a car date on my 13th birthday
with a 16-year-old “boyfriend” who’d just gotten
his driver’s license. She had some crazy idea that I wasn’t
“old” enough. Imagine!
and my in-laws — my mother-in-law is now in
a nursing home and doesn’t understand why she’s there
and why we won’t bring her back home. She can’t remember
where “home” is though. She and my late father-in-law
were the world’s best grandparents to our kids (my parents
passed away when our children were very young). I can still see
my father-in-law (Popa) driving everywhere in his 1971 gold Impala
with our son Kris standing at his shoulder, co-piloting. Kris stood
there beside Popa until he was just way too tall.
and I can’t forget where I live. My house
is tucked into what our late elderly neighbor used to call a “thicket.”
We are surrounded by beautiful woods and off in the distance we
have great neighbors. I can sit on my back deck and watch deer and
turkey. And the squirrels and birds play on the “fort”
that our granddaughters have outgrown. It is a breathtaking sight
in the spring with the dogwoods in bloom. In the summer it’s
green and beautiful; in the fall it’s blazing with incredible
color and in the winter when it snows it is truly a wonderland.
For all this and so much more, I give thanks...
(30 Days to Christmas!)
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