My wife and I are the oldest in our respective families. Our first Thanksgiving after marriage, we hosted the meal at our house with both sides of the family there. It was very special.
We’d been married in the month of June
And thanksgiving rolled around real soon.
My wife’s family as well as mine
Came to our place for a meal so divine.
On the night before the turkey roasted
For this giant dinner we hosted
The turkey came out all done, good and brown
And with full plates our families sat down.
My clan of nine and wife’s clan of five
Dug in and ate like they’d never survive
There were second helping and sometimes three
As we all enjoyed vast this eating spree
None of our families had much back then
But next year we met and did it again
The years caused yearly this practice to cease
But the memories still bring much peace
Even though our families are apart
That first thanksgiving still fills our heart
We eat our meals though we are parted
But we treasure that one which we started
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Reviewed by John Linville (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2007
Awe, I remember that, too. We should all do it one more time, for old times sake.
I miss the big [brothers and sisters we're 8] family holiday get togethers - the noise, the food, the fun, the games - wish I had it to do over, and over again.
But now Phydoux's part of the clan, and he certainly would bring joy to any Thanksgiving table.
Thank you for this special memory. God bless you. Kathy
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That first thanksgiving still fills our heart
Wonderful memories, which help sustain us through the years. And Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
But now Phydoux's part of the clan, and he certainly would bring joy to any Thanksgiving table.
Thank you for this special memory. God bless you. Kathy