Comments on: Christmas In the Coffee Shops? What About Thanksgiving?

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:48:49 +0000

Oh wow — what a beautiful story! Even though you all said goodbye to your aunt, it’s hardly a sad tale. I know I’d have been in heaven early, with my family around, celebrating, a 30-pound turkey — all of which was eaten! — corn pudding and several birthdays added to the festivities. No, there’s no time for Christmas until Christmas! And this year we had plenty of time for music and lights and love. After Thanksgiving.

Thanks so much for sharing, Patricia.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:43:14 +0000

Thank you so much for your beautiful story, Sharon. We did the same with our kids when they were growing up… and have turned that into (hopefully) lives that look for blessings. Yes, it’s very easy today to be selfish. The more years we have though, I think the easier it is to count the good in our lives. To look for it even. Our church has something similar — and they do it several times a year. Meet and share “praises” or what each is thankful for. Not a bad habit to have…

We did have a wonderful Thanksgiving, thank you, and Christmas as well. I hope and trust yours were too.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:30:36 +0000

Thank you Karol. I’ll be seeing you in class soon…

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:29:58 +0000

Hi Barbara. Thanks for the beautiful picture of your Thanksgivings. Sounds so very familiar. I hope, and expect that, your Christmas was just as warm and loving.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:28:10 +0000

Thanks Valerie. Our Thanksgiving did go well — as did Christmas. I suppose my childhood Thanksgivings were a bit like Dickens’. If I were to dig out some old black and white photos, you’d think so even more. Here we do the Harvest parties at the end of October — just after the Harvest. Though that’s what Thanksgiving is about, really. The bounty of the harvest after so much work… And being thankful for it. Read Anita’s poem above (the link is in my comment back to her) and get a chuckle.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:24:17 +0000

Thank you so much, Annette. It’s mutual, you know — I like yours too.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:23:34 +0000

Hi J.D. Thank you. When my kids were little, we watched the Charlie Brown Christmas and Rudolph and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I’m afraid at Thanksgiving, though, it was all football. My dad was a coach, my husband an athlete, my kids and their husbands all athletes. So, Thanksgiving and football went — go — together like New Year’s Day and the Rose Bowl. To be fair, I had girls, and King Kong just wasn’t part of our traditions. But I love seeing that you’re keeping to yours!

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:18:35 +0000

Hi Kendra. Yes, that was a nightmare for a few days -- completely out of my control. I thank Bean Fairbanks for helping me boot the hacker out. I'm glad to have my blog back. Thank you for visiting and leaving your wonderful comment...

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:15:05 +0000

Hi Anita. I looked up the poem, found the whole thing here. What fun! I'm thinking you ahd as much fun then as our family did -- and does.

By: Sliloh

Sliloh — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 10:59:30 +0000

I remember Thanksgivings like that. I have a harder time enjoying the holidays than I used to but this made me remember how my brother would always read “When Father Carves the Duck” while my dad carved the turkey

We all look on with anxious eyes
When father carves the duck,
And mother almost always sighs
When father carves the duck…

Anita