Happy Thanksgiving Day

Our Thanksgiving meal is over.

I have always enjoyed

eating my Thanksgiving

and Christmas meals at noon.

That way,

we can nibble the rest of the day.

Our table was set

with memories . . .

the dinner plates belonged to

my maternal grandparents.

They have a gorgeous calligraphy "W"

on them in gold with a golden ring

around the lip.

The platter the turkey is on

is from the Pullman trains

my paternal grandfather conducted on.

The cranberry dish I always used,

which Mom had used all the years I can remember,

broke this past year.

When I got into the cupboards,

looking for a bowl for them,

my eyes locked on the tinware bowl

that was always full of flour for

cooking when I was growing up.

I decided this was the year to make it the official

cranberry dish.

I'm not sure which side of the family

the tinware bowl came from

but I know it was in our pantry,

at home,

for as long as I can remember.

If you look between the Pilgrim man

and the Indian maiden,

you will see Mom and Dad's butter dish.

It only came out on special occasions

when I was growing up,

so I do the same to this day.

I just LOVE

my Pilgrims and Indians.

We have picked them up at Hobby Lobby,

on sale, of course.

Have you ever noticed

that when Hobby Lobby and Joanne's

have sales that their items

are then at the rice you should

actually pay?

And,

last,

but by no means least,

we must celebrate Indy,

the talking dog.

She isn't used to us eating at the table

and it is so hard for her

to lay down when she can't see on the table.

We are trying to get her to say Molly,

(or is it Mollie?),

her cousin,

my niece Lauren's,

new boxer puppy.

What do you think?

Oh, sorry about the bad camera shot

at the end.

I forgot I was filming.

Indy, the husband and I

all wish you a

"Woof"-terful Thanksgiving.