They were all my favorites, but I always loved Thanksgiving. It wasn't really the turkey so much but the dressing and the sides! Yummy! Corn (picked straight from the garden, cut off the cob and stored in the freezer til November), broccoli and rice casserole, green beans, butter peas, sweet potato casserole, squash casserole, macaroni and cheese, cranberry sauce, strawberry pretzel salad, pear salad, fruit cake, Grandmother's ambrosia . . . I could count on it, year after year after year . . . even after all these years. And not only that, but everyone made the same thing year after year after year. There was never a question about who would bring what. So you're already thinking we're weird. Well, we just get weirder. We always sit in the same place year after year after year! Well, when the eight of us grandkids grew up and started getting married, we were displaced from the kitchen table that sat only eight to tables in the foyer and formal living room that would accommodate all of us. But we always knew exactly who was sitting exactly where around that big table in the formal dining room. I just love that table! It's very long . . . fills up the whole room . . . and seats 10. Now, just in case anyone forgot, we'd have place cards at each seat with our names on them. Yes, place cards. Year after year after year. I really thought all families used place cards. Imagine my utter shock and dismay when I was in 1st grade and found out that my friends' families didn't use place cards! I mean, really, that was a BIG deal. I even saved the place card with Mason's name on it from his first Thanksgiving for his scrapbook! Tradition.
And so it went year after year after year. Well, things changed a bit in 1998. Pa went to heaven that year so those seats around the big table shifted a big. Pa always sat at the head of the table by the window. Uncle Donnie was moved into that seat. But that's really the only thing that changed in those 31 years (okay, besides the fact that our family grew from 18 to now almost 40). Tradition.
After I got married and moved away, the only fair thing for us to do was rotate holidays between our LA family and GA family. So this year it was time for Thanksgiving in GA and Christmas in LA. But this year was going to be different. At first, I wasn't sure there would be the big Connell family gathering. And if there was, it definitely was not going to be at Grandmother's big, rambling farm house like it'd been for over 30 years prior. It seemed like tradition was coming to an end.
But Uncle Donnie and Aunt Harriette opened their home up to all of us. Granted, it wasn't in that big, rambling farm house . . . that long dining room table . . . but we had Thanksgiving for sure. As the evening began, I forgot that we weren't where we were "supposed" to be. It didn't matter because that's not what Thanksgiving was about. It was about us . . . our families . . . celebrating together and thanking the Lord for His bountiful blessings during yet another year. Sure, it was different. But . . . do you know what I really missed most of all? PLACE CARDS.
Tradition.








Aunt Gail (Mama's sister) and Mrs. Waites (Aunt Harriette's mama). I'm so glad Aunt Gail joined us this year . . . but it was more bittersweet because this was our first Thanksgiving without Uncle Charles.
Aunt Lynne and Grandmother
Aunt Harriette and Mama are checking out the spread . . . making sure we have enough spoons in everything.
Uncle Harry and Grandmother. I sat beside Uncle Harry while we were eating. As we were talking, I realized just how much I think he resembles Pa. Again, bittersweet.
Here are some of the great-grands . . . Jada, TJ, Manny, JJ, Maggie Grace and Mason.
This picture really doesn't do it justice . . . maybe you can see Rob behind the mound of mac 'n' cheese on his plate . . . or maybe not!
Kristi, Rob and Daddy
Jennifer, Kevin and Seth
Denise, Aaron, Carter and Lamar
Hannah Kate's favorite was broccoli and cheese casserole. Can't say I blame her!
Rylynne and Grandmother
Maggie Grace, Kevin and Mason roasting marshmellows at the fire pit . . . this is a new tradition.
Mason and his marshmellow
The girl cousins - Jennifer, me, Denise and Ashley
TJ and Mason are always big buddies.














I wasn't able to capture everyone. I realized later that I didn't get any pictures of Adam or MeMama. And Scott and his family were not there. Perhaps next time we'll all be there. After all, there WILL be a next time. It's TRADITION.
