A Thanksgiving Forum

November 21, 1990

Evening Sun readers, both the young and the young at heart, recall their Thanksgiving memories and reflect on the holiday's meaning.

It was like every other Thanksgiving. All we ever do is eat turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and cranberry sauce. We watch parades and football games, and say a lot of prayers. And we hardly ever have relatives over either . . .

"Well, you're finally awake. I was about to give up on you. Here, wanna help with the dessert?"

"Sure Mom, but let me eat breakfast first. Oh, anyone coming today?"

"Sorry, honey, not this year. Maybe we can go visit Grandma next weekend, OK?"

"OK."

Then another vision flashed in my face. It was a vision of my first Thanksgiving and boy, do I remember a lot of things to be thankful for. But the most important is the fact that I now have a whole family. I remember when I lived in Korea and all I had was a mother, a grandmother, two sisters (the younger one I took care of most of the time) and a faint memory of my father, who had died when I was very young. But now I have a mother, a father, the same two sisters, two grandmothers, a grandfather and a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins.

Now I know what there is to be thankful for. I might complain now and then, but deep down I know there is nothing more to wish for. I have all I could ever want.

Francyne Granico, age 12

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Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday, next to Christmas. mom gets up early and cooks Thanksgiving dinner. Family and friends come over to celebrate and stay for Thanksgiving dinner. I like cranberry sauce and turkey best, especially when my mom cooks it.

This year at Thanksgiving I'm going to be thankful for teachers and the nuns at my school. I'm also thankful for my mom and dad, and that we have a house that's warm in winter. I hope everybody has a happy Thanksgiving.

)Beverly Jean McLaughlin, age 9

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"I can't believe you're growing up so fast"

"You've gotten so tall"

"How's school?"

These are the kinds of things I hear every year on Thanksgiving. Even though I get sick of hearing and answering all these comments, I'm happy to see my family all together.

As I think back, one Thanksgiving seems to stick out. It was a couple of years ago in my great-grandmother's house. As we were all gathered around the table, my great-grandmother said the most beautiful prayer. At that moment everyone was silent, even my smallest cousin Brianna, who was always whining. At that moment all I could think about was how lucky I was to have such a large, loving family.

Jaime Gordon, age 12

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Two years ago, on Thanksgiving Day our family went to visit my grandmother at Summit nursing home. My grandmom was a loving and caring person. But three years ago we had to put her in a nursing home. We walked down the dark, cold hallway seeing he old depressed people. A tear rolled down my face. Seeing those people with no family and no love was sad. We approached my grandmom's room and I saw her lying on a bed connected to machines and tubes all over. She had been in the nursing home for three years. As memories ran through my head, I thought of when she used to spoil me and take me everywhere. Her face was pale and dry. Watching those people sit alone in a dark room made me think of how fortunate I was to have a family who loves me and for all I had.

That evening we went home and sat down to a nice big dinner with my family. That night we prayed for the people who were not so fortunate and hoped that they would have people to love and care for them.

#Melissa Campbell, age 12

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The hundreds of tea cups piled on the shelf is what I think of at Thanksgiving. Grandma collects tea cups and keeps them on the shelf in the dining room. When I walk in there I can feel the cold mustiness because no one has been in there since last Thanksgiving. The kitchen is crowded while Grandma is cooking, and everyone is getting their grubby little hands on everything they can.

While the turkey is cooking I hear the steps creaking while my grandmother is bringing me down a present. The dark gray van is pulling into the driveway. My hyper little cousins are here. I'm the oldest in my family so I have to play with all the kids and new babies.

After dinner my Dad and I go downstairs and play pool. I'm not very good but it's still fun. Then after the new babies are asleep Grandpa does his famous yo-yo tricks. Then my cousins leave, usually while we are watching TV, and I can feel the cold air rush in as they leave. Then after everyone is gone and it's just my Dad, my sister and I, we all have another piece of pumpkin pie. We say goodbye and then my grandmother goes to put the tablecloths in the wash.

!Jennifer Frame, age 11

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"Smells nice, Mom." I said as the smell of roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, cooked vegetables, and pumpkin pie entered the family room. The TV was on and I was supposed to be dusting, but my relatives were coming and I was trying to figure out a way to avoid them. They would all be here in half an hour.

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