That’s Right Nate

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My Thanksgiving Memories

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Thanksgiving was always a special time for my family when I was growing up.  My father worked very hard to give us an upper middle class lifestyle, but he never wanted us to forget the type of poverty that his father used to pretend he came from.

On Thanksgiving, we didn’t have a fancy feast.  We used to go down to the local kitchen where we would see those much less fortunate than ourselves and we would stand in line to eat their simple fair.   It wasn’t fancy, but you could see that for some of these people it was the only real food they’d get that day and maybe that week.  My dad taught us not to complain as we sat at the folding tables and dined with these poor and simple folk.  My dad would give them colorful nicknames like “Harmonica Bob” or “Crazy Cat Lady” or “Black Comb Head”

At first my sister and I were frightened by the odd people around us.  I remember one year we sat across from a guy who was having a very loud argument with himself.  Instinctively my sister and I recoiled, but my father taught us we didn’t need to be afraid of the man because he was one of God’s children too and it was alright for us to laugh at him.   My dad would even offer his piece of pumpkin pie to the bum who did the best trick for us.  Sometimes we’d get thrown out, but mostly we just sat there enjoying Thanksgiving as a family forgetting how much money we had in our Cape Cod in that exclusive neighborhood where we lived.

We’d be home by 7PM and my parents would tell us we should go right to bed and think about the people we had met.  They’d remind us that if the Democrats got elected we could all be living in a homeless shelter for real and then we’d be asleep by 7:30.  It was only by accident that I later discovered that when my sister and I were asleep, mom and dad would go out to a very nice restaurant and have an elegant Thanksgiving dinner together.

I had wanted to keep this tradition alive with my own daughter Emily, but my ex would have none of it.  She insisted that we have a traditional Thanksgiving dinner like families do.  Though calling us a family was certainly a stretch.  Afterall, in a family one of the spouses isn’t usually getting it on with the neighbor across the street while the other spouse is working late to put food on the table and Lord knows those two ate enough.   Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving from the Peel family such that is to your family.


Written by thatsrightnate

November 26, 2008 at 9:35 pm

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  1. Happy Thanksgiving to you, the Peel family!

    It is good to have one day in a year designated for the expression of gratefulness. We do not have one here in Malaysia. So wise of Abraham Lincoln!

    The world would be less chaotic, it would be a more peaceful place if each one of us has the awareness in him that there are plenty for which he should be thankful for.

    To remind myself of my good fortune, I have drawn up a list for my daily expression of giving thanks.


    November 26, 2008 at 10:40 pm

  2. Beautiful memories Nate. You know you are welcome to dinner at the Steve family house today. Just me, the wife, the eight kids, and Father Clancy from the church. We’d love to see you and your sister has made a lot of pie!


    November 27, 2008 at 8:59 am

  3. Thanksgiving reminds me of Fourth of July and the $35 you owe me for your aunt’s birthday present. And, Nate, this year, I will not accept coupons for a 10% discount on self storage services in lieu of payment.

    Happy Thanksgiving,


    November 27, 2008 at 10:29 am

  4. Happy Thanksgiving to one and all from the Tarheel State!


    November 27, 2008 at 10:57 am

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