Thanksgiving night I was curled up on my daughter’s king-sized bed with her, my two grandkids, and granddog watching a movie – then, I remembered there was a party going on at Kate’s and I grabbed my Kindle to check in. TweetChat wasn’t at peak performance but I did manage to say hello and get “the word” for Five Minute Friday!
Timer is set:
What a perfect word for this week’s five-minute free write. The photo above is the table we gathered around Thanksgiving 2015, at my daughter’s and son’s in law home. But what I want to write about is what is ON the table. The dishes, with leaves and acorns around the border, were my wedding gift from Grandma Emily and Grandpa Harold in 1967, all three of my children were raised eating from these dishes. They’ve been packed away forgotten. Today, we filled them with wonderfully traditional fare: turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, corn spoon bread, and dinner rolls.
The soup tureen on the left? That was my daughter’s last gift from my mom; purchased mid-October 2012 to be a Christmas gift but my mom caved and gave it to her early. Two weeks after, Mother entered the gates of heaven. The milk glass in the corner cabinet? Several pieces from family members long gone.
There were only six of us around the table this year – yet, the memories of loved ones, by way of dishes and trinkets, filled the table with a heavenly warmth and we were blessed.
Exodus 25.30, written about the setting up of the holy Sanctuary of God’s presence:
And you shall set the bread of the Presence on the table before me regularly.