Two Grateful Souls, Thanks
My mind draws a blank when referring to Thanksgiving Day
as I was growing up as a child. I only remember the season at the end of the harvest each year as we looked toward Christmas. But moving some 15 years forward and 2000 miles west, from the time that I left home, I readily recall thanksgiving memories fit for the ages,
for kings and queens, and for my three dear kids.
Uncle George and aunt Fanny invited numerous of people, both
relatives and friends to feast of goodness and great fellowship.
Some would have classified them as the millionaires next door,
self-made no less, but George and Fanny knew that the source
of their success was God. They could have written a book on the meaning of Thanksgiving.
The food may have been the great attraction because we would be
hard pressed to find a better cook than aunt Fanny, but the memory
was something far more lasting and sustaining. Their home was
filled with people and an abundance of all kinds of foods,
but everyone was consumed with and digested two hearts of gold and
goodwill demonstrating so selflessly what it means to give back
By sharing from God's bounty.
Presently, at our Thanksgiving dinner table, if our adult children were asked
about memorable Thanksgivings, Uncle George and Aunt Fanny would without
doubt be at the top of their list. Those great souls are no longer with us, but they left behind a model to remember, and a life worth imitating, so enriching and inspiring.
102519PoSoupContest, Thanksgiving Memory, Regina Riddle; 4P
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