Thanksgiving is my most favorite day of the year. When I was a little girl, the day before was for polishing silverware. My mother would prepare pie crusts and put them in the car in the garage, as there was no room in the fridge. Stuffing was made, potatoes were peeled and left in a pot of water on the back porch. It was always cold out, but never freezing, so outside was a second fridge as long as whatever was out there was protected from the squirrels and other critters. My sister, Barbara, would always assemble the cornucopia and we would always make place cards. It was always my parents, my 3 sisters and my Aunt Gina and Uncle Pat at our Thanksgiving table, but there were always place cards. I have carried that tradition of making place cards all of my life. I save them from year to year, and it strikes me lately that it seem that each year, a place card or two from the prior year is for someone who has passed. This is the batch of place cards for this year. Feeling grateful for many things, though this year has been a very tough one. We pause, we gather, we hug and we hope. Wishing you a peaceful Thanksgiving. Take time to smell the turkey. Happy Thanksgiving.
