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Another Thanksgiving under My Belt (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Nov 29 2015Views/Reads: 654/391Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
God never exaggerates His love for me, it is the same yesterday, and today and forever.
 



The house is quiet now, although a few hours ago it was thumping with
all kinds of noise and chatter. Once again, the Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage and I sponsored another Thanksgiving dinner. 

My role, of course as in previous years, is to stay out of the kitchen
and let the wife do what only the wife can do. My sponsorship is 
finished right there. 

Now everything is quiet and I am sitting back reflecting on the
marvelous dinner and time with the family. In the quietness of the 
time, I began to think about those Thanksgiving dinners with my 
grandmother back in “the day.” They all blur together, but the one 
thing that stands out from everything is my grandmother's marvelous 
turkey and all the trimmings and went with it. 

As I was thinking about that, I remembered some of my relatives who
faithfully joined us for that marvelous Thanksgiving dinner. What great 
times we had. 

There was Uncle Ralph, for instance. He was a fisherman, or so he said,
and had so many fishing stories I could write a book. If half of what 
he said in his stories were true, there should not be any fish left in 
the world. He would entertain us with all those marvelous fishing 
stories of his. Being a young person, I believed everything he said. 
After all, what uncle would lie to his nephew? 

Then I cannot forget Uncle Andrew. He was the hunter in the family. If
the deer population is on the brink of extinction, it is because of 
Uncle Andrew. According to him, no deer was safe from him. All except 
for one. 

As he told the story, he was out hunting early one Saturday morning and
ran across the biggest deer he had ever seen in his life. According to 
him, this deer went easily 1,000 pounds. As he focused that deer in his 
scope, he noticed the deer was staring at him. As he looked at that 
deer and looked into those big brown tear filled eyes good old Uncle 
Andrew broke down. 

He put down his rifle, walked over to that huge deer, shook his hoof and
said, “My friend, I just want to wish you a good day.” With that, he 
turned around and walked away from the largest deer that ever lived in 
the world. 

It took me years to realize no deer ever comes near the 1000-pound
trophy that he talked about. 

Then I remembered Aunt Sally. Boy, did she have stories to tell. 

According to her stories, she was the world's most frugal shopper. If
there ever was a bargain in the world, it was negotiated by Aunt Sally. 
If what she said was anywhere near the neighborhood of truth, all the 
shopkeepers downtown paid her just to come and haul stuff out of their 
store. 

She could negotiate to the point, or so she said, that the stores would
pay her to buy items in their store. I never could figure out how that 
worked. As she would toss out the figures, I started doing a little bit 
of arithmetic and all I can say is, my arithmetic teacher did not teach 
me everything about arithmetic. 

I would not go so far as to say these relatives of mine lied. As far as
they were concerned, a lie is a devious intent to hurt someone. If you 
knew my relatives, that was the furthest thing from their mind. 

Thinking about those relatives and their stories, I can see where I
inherited some of that inclination. The thing I have that those 
relatives did not have was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. That 
makes all the difference in the world. 

Whenever I get started on one of my stories, she stares at me with one
of “those stares,” and says, “Seriously?” Believe me that takes all the 
wind out of my sails. 

So, with another Thanksgiving dinner under my belt, I have the privilege
of all of those wonderful memories. Family is made up of memories. I do 


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