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The Kitchen Table and Thanksgiving

Perhaps The World Ends Here

 The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it.  Babies teethe at the corners.  They scrape their knees under it. 

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling down-selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.

This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table.  It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen  table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

 This poem by Joy Harjo seemed appropriate somehow for this Thanksgiving.

Our sons at the Thanksgiving table in our house in Kykotsmovi Arizona

Making cookies with my cousin at the kitchen table in my grandparents’ farm house

My father in-law serving up gravy for perogies while holding our son at the kitchen table in their home.

My son and his cousins puzzling at their grandparents’ kitchen table

My husband and son playing chess at our kitchen table in Hong Kong

Coloring Easter eggs around the kitchen table with my mom

Celebrating my birthday at the kitchen table with my sister and brother

My husband and our niece at the Thanksgiving table at my brother and sister-in laws’ 

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Thanksgiving

Family Thanksgiving

Cooking Together

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A THANKFUL Weekend

Friday night we went to a party in memory of a man who was a golfing buddy of my husband Dave.  Jim passed away only a few months after being diagnosed with cancer. We ate some great food, drank some wine and  friends shared memories that made it clear they were THANKFUL to have known Jim. 

winnipeg-fallSaturday we went for a long bike ride. I was THANKFUL for the beauty of the fall season. We stopped to vote in the advance poll for the October 19th election. I am THANKFUL I live in a country where I can voice my political opinions by voting.  Then we biked over to Grant Park  to see a movie. We ended our evening  at a Vietnamese restaurant for a bowl of hot soup thick with crispy vegetables, chicken and noodles. I’m THANKFUL I live in a multi-cultural city where food from every country of the world is available. 

t-4sSunday morning we went to church. Our pastor talked about how research shows that THANKFUL people are healithier physically, mentally, spiritually and  emotionally.  In the evening I went to the wedding of a good friend’s daughter. I am THANKFUL for opportunities to celebrate and for the gift of friends. 

dad's birthdayMonday morning I went to the gym to do my work out.  I am THANKFUL for a healthy body that makes exercise possible. Then I entertained fifteen people from my family for a turkey dinner and a celebration of my father’s 87th birthday. I am THANKFUL for my family. 

I am THANKFUL for a great Thanksgiving weekend. 

dad carves turkey

My father carves the turkey

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Thanks Mom and Dad

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Aprons

My grandmother almost always wore an apron.  She put it on in the morning and kept it on throughout the day.   Grandma worked very hard in her house, garden and  kitchen. She cooked, canned, cleaned, did  laundry, collected eggs, separated milk, sewed and tended to the needs of her six children and her husband. Her apron was a uniform of sorts for her job as a homemaker. aunts in grandmas apronsWhen my father and his five sisters were cleaning out my grandparents’  home, my aunts donned a selection of Grandma’s aprons and posed in them. 

aunts in apronsOn Thanksgiving weekend we celebrated my Dad’s birthday here at our home. dad carvingI asked Dad to carve the turkey, and like his mother and sisters he too put on an apron to tackle the turkey. He kept his apron on happy birthdayto listen to us sing Happy Birthday, blow out candlesblow out his candles, family conversationoversee the family conversation  

dad visitsand visit with his grandchildren.

Like his mother whose apron was really a sign of her care and devotion to her family, on Thanksgiving Dad’s apron signalled much the same thing to all of us. 

My Dad and his sisters dressed up in their parents' clothes visit Grandma in the nursing home. This family knows how to have fun.

My Dad and his sisters dressed up in their parents’ clothes visit Grandma in the nursing home. This family knows how to have fun.

Other posts about my Dad and his mother…….

My Grandmother was a Guitarist

He Hasn’t Lost His Green Thumb

Grandma and Embroidery Hoops

 

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Different Daily Bread

As Thanksgiving approaches I’ve been thinking about that line from the Lord’s Prayer “Give us this day our daily bread.”  In our travels we’ve  discovered that ‘daily bread’ can mean different things in different places.
cassava bammy and festival dumplingsIn Jamaica we ate a flatbread made from cassava. japanese Okonomi- Mura In Japan we tried special pancakes called okonomiyaki.rice cakes drying in laosI photographed these homemade rice cakes drying in the sun in Laos.eating-pretzelsIn Germany we had pretzels. home made bread ukraineOur tour guide in Ukraine was Victor Penner. His wife made this basket of homemade bread for us. bakery window madridDave and a student check out the bread selection in a bakery window in Madrid, Spain. paper dosai singapore
Dave eats paper dosai in a restaurant in Singapore’s Little India. dave eating a cinnamon twist in hkDave with a cinnamon raisin twist in Hong Kong. He stopped at this woman’s shop for a raisin twist every morning on his way to work and before we moved back to Canada from Hong Kong she asked him to marry her. 

street vendors making naan in dehliWatching bakers make naan in Delhi India. bread vendor new york cityI took this photo of a street vendor selling bread in New York City.bread in hiroshimaWe saw this special bread for sale in Hiroshima, Japan. dave and tad making bannockDave and our friend Tad roasting bannock at the Fort Whyte Nature Centre in Manitoba.

My Mom baking bread with my school class

My Mom baking bread with my school class

For many years in a row my Mom came to my grade two classroom to bake bread with my students.

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Japanese Pancakes

Pretzel Making

Breakfast in Florida

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