This is one of my favorite holidays because it brings back so many good memories. First of all, remember when you were in elementary, middle, or high school? It was probably the holiday one looked forward to the most because it meant a four day weekend and no homework.
My earliest memories of Thanksgiving were when we lived back in our hometown of Fabens, Texas. My mom would spend a lot of time on Thanksgiving because in addition to all the traditional food, we also had rice, beans, chile, and even menudo! It was an incredible outlay of food. Also, everyone in the family went to our house for Thanksgiving; it was unthinkable to go anything else.
Another good memory of Thanksgiving was when I lived in South Hadley, Massachusetts. Our good friends gathered together early as we usually did on any occasion. Before eating, of course we had to catch up with a couple of bottles of good wine, beer, and conversation. The guys were all watching football (believe it or not I wasn't into football at that time), and those of us who weren't into it, just conversed until the turkey was ready. By the time "dinner" was served, most of us were pretty tipsy with all the wine we had consumed. After an incredibly hearty meal..sleep starts to set in on most of us; some people drink coffee, and others just fall asleep on the sofa. I really wanted to sleep, but not there. Since the place where I lived was only a few blocks, away, I decided to walk home. It had snowed heavily that night which was usual for this time of year. I trudged through a couple of feet of snow, fell couple of times, but finally made it home.
By the time I opened the front door, I was exhausted. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed that our two dogs did not come to greet me as they usually do. Looking around the living room I saw why. There was trash scattered all over the place: the dogs had gotten into it and had their own Thanksgiving party. As tired as I was, I proceeded to pick up all the trash, give the dogs a severe scolding, and went straight to bed.



