November 21, 2010

Sharing Memories (Week 51): American Thanksgiving!

This is Week 51 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. Your memories are your legacy to your children and grandchildren. Don't let them be lost over time. Join us and write your memories down, either privately or as a comment on this blog or on your own blog.

My American friends are gearing up for their Thanksgiving holiday coming this week. So I think it's a great time to have that as a topic. I'm interested in the customs you followed as a child or follow now, for the American Thanksgiving. I think I recall that a huge shopping day follows your Thanksgiving traditions! Hubby and I were once in Salt Lake City during Thanksgiving and wow, it was a huge deal!

We couldn't find a restaurant for a meal, finally had to settle for one in a rather expensive hotel. It wasn't the best food but it was kind of fun. The next day I remember seeing young children, families out until near midnight, shopping! It was all new to us.

So I'd love to know more about traditional foods (I suspect they are much like our Canadian ones) and fun things you did as a child or do now as an adult on your Thanksgiving

2 comments:

Your Growing Tree said...

One of my most memorable Thnksgivings almost did not happen. When I was in high school did not have any money, and were not going to be able to afford the traditional meal my junior year. One day right before Thanksgiving there was a knock at the door. I opened the door, and no one was there. I looked down and there was a crate with everything you would need for a Thanksgiving dinner. As I looked to see if anyone was around, I saw no one, but I heard the laughter of a little girl. I recgonized the laugh as being the daughter of our church's bishop. I will never be able to thank them enough, and we were truly thankful. To this day, I still think of her laughter and I smile :)

keep smilin
Jenn

Janice said...

I met my husband in the summer of 1992 and within days he asked me to join him at his grandparents for Thanksgiving. Unsure if we would even know each other months later, I accepted. I was welcomed into the most loving family. His grandparents were in their 80s and still cooked the entire meal for their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. They welcomed me and, one year, my entire family, too. We would eat the turkey, dressing, his grandmother's fabulous rolls and pies, and watch the Dallas Cowboys if we didn't crawl off for a nap. They lived near a beautiful lake with huge trees and we'd go take an afternoon walk, usually just the girls. Great memories.