A Childhood Memory
Charles Moore
As a child, I could never put the holiday and the purpose of giving thanks
together.
Aunt Dorie would come drunk and weep at the table. No one ever knew why,
and no
one asked. Grandpa refused to speak to Grandma. My older brother showed
his face
only at the meal. Otherwise, he was conspicuously absent. In trying to
make everything
perfect, Mom would always have a migraine, and Dad would be steaming
because
Mom didn?t feel well. All the while, the Detroit Lions stormed our living
room, making
it impossible for anyone to do anything except sneak as many hors
d?oeuvres as possible.
Thanksgiving's a week from today. What does it mean to you?
http://www.bruderhof.com/articles/Giving-Thanks.htm
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