Thanksgiving memories

We were remembering Thanksgivings past. Our first Thanksgiving after our wedding, we lived about 250 miles away, and both mothers insisted we eat Thanksgiving dinner with them. Think about how full you feel after one Thanksgiving dinner, and then multiply that by two. We did that again the next year. The third-year, we told our mothers that we would eat Thanksgiving dinner with one family and Chrismas dinner with the other. It was up to them to get together and negotiate where we would eat for Thanksgiving and Christmas. If they could not agree, we would not come for either holiday. That worked. It could have had something to do with the fact that by then, we had the first grandchild in either family. After another three years, we moved over 800 miles away, had two more kids and going home for the holidays was next to impossible. The next time we went away for Thanksgiving was to my grandfather’s. A twelve-hour drive. We did that for about 12 years. Our children still remember their great grandfather. We are glad that we allowed the kids to make those memories. They still talk about it at Thanksgiving time. Great-Granpa passed 24 years ago, but they still remember him.