Tradition

Thanksgiving is about tradition. I can't remember how many times my Thanksgiving tradition has changed. My fondest memories are of going to visit the family in North Carolina. Thanksgiving in the country always meant lots of delicious food. I don't so much remember whether or not we ate turkey, but there was lots of accompaniments, as there always was in the country. It seems quite curious that abundance was typical without wealth, though, historically, that is what Thanksgiving is about also. Today, I stayed home alone trying to fight off a nasty cold. Over-the-counter cold medicine is worse than the cold. I surely don't want to make this a tradition, though I remember one year when I flew to Alabama to visit Mom for Thanksgiving, I was sick. Interestingly, I seemed to overcome it while in Alabama and quickly fell under its influence upon my return home. I had made homemade bread and kielbasa and sauerkraut to take to Thanksgiving dinner with my goddaughter and her parents. So that was Thanksgiving dinner for me, with the addition of some leftover barley and mushrooms. (I packed up most of the prepared foods and sent them on after church this morning.) I was thankful to use up leftovers. I was thankful to have been able to sing through the service at church this morning. I have much to be thankful for, though dealing with a cold and cold medicine seems to overshadow everything. Poor me, physically; I am SO thankful, spiritually.