"Over the river and thru' the woods to Grandmother's house we go."
No, we don't go to Grandma's house anymore.
As we did away back in days of yore.
But we still remember the good times we had.
The caring and love, tho' times were bad.
Grandpa saying Grace in his old German ways.
Grandma in her apron; those were the days.
It all started about nineteen-fifteen,
With it's tall White house and big red barn.
Come Thanksgiving, with no relatives near,
They gathered with neighbors to bring Holiday Cheer.
To the four-mile schoolhouse they came all together,
With families and food -- no matter the weather.
For each pioneer mother did her very best
To cook her special treats and out do the rest.
And give thanks for gardens and neighbors so near,
They brought and shared gladly their food and good cheer.
The children had practiced for weeks., come what may.
For each had a piece to be given that day.
A song to be sung, maybe a poem read from a card, ,
While the Wheezie old ***** was pumped very hard.
When all the program was over and done,
On to Grandma's and Grandpa's for more food and fun.
A few years later instead of the farm we'd go,
To the old Rock House -- home of Tena and Joe.
Eventually the group grew too large and so
To Potwin Community House we did go.
So today we give thanks for a legend in our time,
For Grandpa and Grandma and the memories they left behind.
And for friends and aunts, uncles and cousins,
We come altogether each year by the dozen.
to remember the past and visit a while here.
Then to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
- Doris G -- 1983
I bumped this from before,something my Mom's Mom wrote yrs back:)
after re-reading it what she is referring to is the original homesteaders sections and now abandoned town where she had grown up in eastern .Kansas. Spent my first thanksgiving basically alone so the thoughts of family were heart felt. Thanks For reading. Rick