I am now and have felt the loss of the Thanksgivings for years from my youth.
Huge fights that took place at the Adult table and we kids watched from the separate children's table.
What next from family that only came to visit once a year and for some reason thought if Kennedy got in the WH the Pope would control our country. No one trusted Nixon, but he was not a Catholic born into a Rum Running family.
Ah the good old days, the woman said not one word, it was the red faced uncles, fathers and grand fathers that caused a ruckus. Thank heaven the football game came on after dinner, only thing they agreed on.
Everything was home made back then, no store bought relish or pickally, breads and rolls made at home.
The china and the good flat ware seldom used came out, a prayer before the meal to thank God for his bounty, and then the arguments came on.
Fun as I learned more history in that that one day then I did all year in school.
Today all so politically correct all the politeness, everyone just munching down on dinner, way too quiet.
Give me the good old days when us kids wondered if Grandpa was going to smack his brothers head with a drum stick. No booze until after the dinner, then just a little for the men watching the Game on TV.