I think of my Grandma Keeling often this time of year. I associate a warm kitchen and the aromas of the holidays with her. Although she's been gone for 40 years now, I can still see her in that little kitchen at Lead Hill. Thanksgiving was always at Grandma's house. We'd make the trip down to Arkansas after Daddy would get off work. I'd sleep part of the way, waking up when we headed down the big hill that turned into their gravel driveway. You could see the porch lights and the glow of the kitchen windows shining brightly in the cold November night. The house would smell delicious as we came through the service porch, pies and broth and sage all mingled together.
Today as we celebrate with a table loaded with our favorite dishes, in a warm house with family all around us, we feel blessed and loved and her voice rings in my ears. Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.....
ReplyDeletewhat beautiful memories. i felt like i was listening in at that kitchen door...
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories to cherish and share. My grandparents were deceased before I was born. I always enjoy hearing other's memories, of what it might have been! Happy Turkey Day!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Serves to bring back memories of my own of those loved ones gone on before me. At my paternal Grandma's house...Grandma, Grandpa's mama, my Great-Grandma Minnie cooking homemade chicken and noodles. I'm making chicken and noodles for this evening for my son.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
xo, Cheryl
Very sweet memories!
ReplyDeleteGreat memories, I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.
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