posted on Nov, 26 2008 @ 02:19 PM
Thanksgiving at my home. I make it all myself. Well with alot of 'help' from L'il Lombozo. Takes me twice as long with his 'help', but man! I
can't wait.
This year is kind of different. I know the family members who will be there, but I've also invited a bunch of friends. How many show up I don't
know.
This year is a little different. There will be 2 chairs at the table which will be empty.
I remember as a kid the Thanksgiving Suppers. Oh yes I do. All of the standard fare. My Dad insisted that it was at our home. Both sets of
Grandparents. My Uncle and his wife. My uncle is one of the coolest people I know. A product of the 60's, he took full advantage of the times, and
remembers next to none of that time. He is the antithesis of my Dad. 12 years younger than my Dad, he viewed him not as a big brother, but a quasi
Father figure. He stood and took my back when I was a stupid teen and made peace.
Picture time:
The lombozo table when I was a kid.
Pop-Pop at one end of the table. My Dad sitting at the other end. Uncle Angelo always sat right next to me, and his wife next to him. My Sister sat on
the other side of me. Across the table, my mom, both Nana's (Grandmoms) sat. I'll cherish those days forever. After we said Grace, we would eat, and
my Dad and Uncle would have a tooting contest throughout the day. Might sound gross, but it was hilarious! We all laughed and pretended that our eyes
were watering. We would eat and eat and eat. Stupid jokes. Enthralling stories.
When the pie was served, my uncle, who was quite mischievous would alway stick his thumb in my Dad's slice. I saw that for many years and laughed
every time. We all did. We were at the table for hours. MY Dad almost never smiled, and laughed even more rarely. On Thanksgiving though he smiled and
laughed the entire day - every year.
Then we would go into the Den and watch Football for awhile. Both Pop-Pops asleep, snoring loudly. My Uncle and Dad arguing about whatever - ALWAYS a
goodhearted argument. Then 8:00pm would roll around, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang always seemed to be a Thanksgiving Day staple.
Both Nana's, my Aunt, and my Mom would make fun of the sleeping men, and be all chatty about whatever was in the news.
My sister and I would sit in front of the fireplace and watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and roll our eyes at each other.
Around 9:00pm my uncle would go to the fridge and raid the left overs. I would pick at them too with him.
After everyone finally went home, I would sit in my bed and think of Santa and what he might bring me until my eyes finally became so heavy I
couldn't keep them open anymore.
Hey Dad. Hey Pop-Pop. I'm going to keep those chairs open 'cause I know you're going to be sittin' there.
A secret between you and me Dad - I'm going to stick my thumb in your grandson's slice of pie.
[edit on 26-11-2008 by lombozo]