• Colleen Hall

Thanksgiving Memories

The autumn color was more vivid this fall than I can ever remember it being here in South Carolina. I have to share pictures of the walnut tree and the dogwood tree in our yard. I enjoyed their bright beauty for days.



Now that Thanksgiving is almost here, my thoughts turn to childhood memories when my impressions of the holiday were formed. I remember going to my grandparent’s house, where the family gathered around a table with extra leaves added. My grandmother had been cooking for days. The table was loaded with turkey, homemade stuffing, vegetables, mashed potatoes, and homemade biscuits. Thanksgiving dinner always ended with huge slabs of Grammy’s pies—apple, real mincemeat, lemon meringue, raspberry, pumpkin, and custard. We all groaned as we left the table, too full to walk.

My Thanksgiving memories are full of love, warmth, and family, and of course, the things that God has blessed us with during the year.


I couldn’t help but remember the old song that typifies the old-fashioned New England Thanksgiving I associate with this special holiday:


“Over the river and through the woods

To Grandmother’s house we go.

The horse knows the way, to carry the sleigh,

Through the white and drifting snow.


Over the river and through the woods

Oh, how the wind does blow

It stings the toes and bites the nose

As over the ground, we go.


Over the river and through the woods

Now Grandmother’s cap I spy,

Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!”

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