Thanksgiving is my mom’s absolute favorite holiday. Growing up Jewish she never connected with Christmas, but Thanksgiving was a holiday everyone celebrated in her mixed income, predominantly white mid western neighborhood in the 1950s, so it helped her feel totally connected with everyone else in her school and in her community. She’s been known to go a little crazy when it comes to celebrating. She has tons of ceramic pumpkins – plus a really beautiful Le Creuset pumpkin tureen we got her one year — and has been known to collect and iron multicolored leaves in advance to decorate the table. She also has a white blouse embroidered with Thanksgiving leaved and cornucopias and Pilgrims and who knows what that she always breaks out for the once a year occasion. We tease her for it, but of course we love it. I’ve always loved Thanksgiving too, both because it was definitely our holiday (again, unlike Christmas), and in part because growing up it always started with lots of cooking on Wednesday, then stretched into a lazy Friday and the full weekend. In college it was even better because the beginning of Thanksgiving week would feel so quick, and the anticipation would be so great. The Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade has always been a beloved tradition in our family too, ever since my sibs and I would watch it in footie pajamas on the fold out couch in the family room when we were small. Of course we knew this year would be really different. We knew we wouldn’t have the whole family, from grandparents to young cousins and everyone in between, all piled up in a single house sharing rooms and beds, having cousin sleepovers, leaving kids with my parents to watch so we could go out on rare dinner dates and eat fancy food and drink fancy drinks with no kids around. When we saw these thankful signs at Michael’s — strings of simple balsa wood letters on a hemp rope — we bought one for my mom and another for us, then went back and bought more for the rest of the family. We colored them all in identical colors, then shipped them off to each household so we could all have them hanging upon Thanksgiving and see them during the family Thanksgiving Zoom. Together not together. Best we could do in these pandemic times. Oh yeah — one more thing: I learned I can dictate journaling entries right into my phone! This was my easiest one yet.
December 1, 2020
In the last few months, our household shrunk back down to its pre-pandemic size. During much of 2020 and the first half of 2021, my 95 year old mother in law and 25 year old son lived with us. They had both been living in NYC when Covid struck, and we all felt that they were safer living with us in the suburbs than in crowded NY. This past spring, my mother in law, then recently fully vaccinated moved back to her own home, and then this fall, my son started a graduate program. So, now they are both back in the city. It has taken a while to get reacquainted with the quiet and just buying groceries and cooking for two! It is nice to only be responsible for ourselves again. But I do miss my son and the easy access we had to talking with him. He is super busy with school, and our conversations only give us glimpses of his life. But he is happy and busy, and once again, socializing with other young adults (as it should be). I've very much looking forward to having both of them with us for Thanksgiving next week. I'm glad that it is safe to travel and gather again together in our homes.
November 22, 2021