Thanksgiving Blog – Dotter Style

Since my commitment to the Propeller program is taking up most of my spare time, I’ve decided to run some of my daughter’s blog posts about Thanksgivings past. I want to share because I think you might enjoy her rhetoric, too.  Besides, she’s my only daughter, I’m so proud of her, and she’s a much better writer than I am.  

So with that, I give you this blog post from my lovely, talented “Dotter”, who calls me “Mommer” in her blog, in case you have a tendency to get confused about who’s who!  Enjoy!

Thanksgiving Sans Turkey – November, 2011

t-day-turkeyThanksgiving. The turkey holiday. When someone says “Thanksgiving”, your first thought is probably the cartoonish turkey clip art that appears on every supermarket circular or a big, shiny, succulent roasted turkey resting on a large platter. But shouldn’t we first think about giving thanks when “thanksgiving” is mentioned?  And don’t even get me started on how early the Christmas music is being played, the Christmas decor is going up, and the Christmas commercials are jingling across our televisions. My pal Jonathan mentioned that “Christmas exploded all over downtown” yesterday, and I could only shake my head. It was November 16th. Eight whole days before Thanksgiving! There’s that cartoon turkey again. So, how about we just set aside the thoughts of turkey and tryptophan naps and Black Friday sales and just be thankful.

All 5 kids, circa 2004

All 5 kids, circa 2004

Above most things, I am thankful for my family. They are coming over for an early Thanksgiving dinner at our house tomorrow night, and I am a bit excited! But not just because of the food we have planned, moreso because it’s not often that we are all able to get together at once.

I am the oldest child in our family. The nagging, know-it-all, piano-playing older sister to four brothers. But, they love me and I love them. Now that we’re all grown up, anyway. It’s true that we didn’t always like one another when we were growing up, but my mom always, always reminded us that we were “best friends” and made us talk things out and apologize when things went wrong. And though I doubted the fact that we actually were best friends like she said, I think she was right and we just didn’t want to admit it.

Bro. #1 circa 2004

Bro. #1 circa 2004

There was a time when a certain Brother #1 called me a name (“Fat!”), and so I chased him through the yard with a broom. A yellow-handled Cedar broom, to be exact. When he finally had to slow down because he was laughing and couldn’t catch his breath, I took aim and side-armed that broom with all my might. It went spinning through the yard and I got him, right across the back of his thick skull. Now don’t be alarmed, he was FINE. A little stunned and surprised that I had such good aim, but fine. I think he then called me another name that I will not repeat, but to this day it is one of our favorite stories. To hear him tell it is always a treat, since he embellishes the story to include the broomstick bending around his head and both ends of it touching in front of him. I’m always a little proud of myself at that point in the story.

Carmen-SandiegoI don’t know if I have any stories about Brother #2, but I know he must have plenty of stories about me. Apparently, (I found this out years and years later) I ruined my brothers’ lives because I played the piano. Yes, the piano was in the living room, but I didn’t have space for it in my bedroom, which is where my brothers absolutely thought it belonged. And yes, I did practice daily, but I don’t remember practicing for hours and hours. Maybe one hour on a good day. But they were always whining about what they were trying to watch on TV, which I never understood because we didn’t even have cable. I mean, let’s get real here. How many episodes of “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?” does one actually need to watch? There are only so many places she can be.  Anyway, back to me ruining their lives.

Bro. #2, circa 2004

Bro. #2, circa 2004

A couple of years ago while reminiscing about our childhoods, Brother #2 laughingly recalled how much he hated the piano. I believe his exact words were, “I like hearing you play the piano now, but only because I don’t have to hear you play every day. When we were younger it was like, ‘Dun-dun-dun-dun, I want to freaking kill myself!’”,as he pantomimed playing the piano and sang that phrase to the tune of “The CanCan”. I thought I might die laughing! (The exact melody can be heard in the video below at 0:18. The high kicking beauties are just a bonus. You’re welcome.)

I’m sure there are other stories of little wild Indian fights, especially between my brothers. But now, thankfully, we just think back to those times and laugh and laugh, like we’ll do tomorrow at our Thanksgiving dinner. Oh, and we’re not even having turkey.

Thus ends the guest post by Dotter from a Pocketful of Pennies blog, and we hope this helped get you into the holiday spirit!

BW

 

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Thanksgiving Blog – Dotter Style — 14 Comments

  1. I didn’t think you had a blog anymore. I’ll have to check back in to see what’s going on with you and Music Man.
    Hope you have a wonderful holiday.

    • She probably won’t see any comments here unless I tell her to stop in and read them. I’m sure I’ll chat with your before next week, but just in case, I hope y’all have a great family day, Cuz.

  2. The more things change, the more they stay the same!
    I only had a sister but we had lots of cousins and Thanksgiving was great time for us to all get together. Thanks so much for sharing and thank you, Captain, for getting Dotter involved. We have two girls and again this year one is ‘on call’ so we will travel to her home with Donna’s goodies and my turkey carving and Pecan Pie. We are so looking forward to it and NO SHOPPING on Thanksgiving Day. I’m sure the stores that close on Thanksgiving will prosper just the same and will have made their employees have an ‘attitude of gratitude. ‘Have a great one!

    • Hey Bob. I heard on a commercial that Marshall’s, TJ Max, etc. will be closed T-day to let their employees enjoy time with family. I wish all the stores would do this. And I want some of your pecan pie! I’m so busy with all the other stuff, somebody ends up buying a pie from Cannata’s bakery. Granted, they are good, but made in your own kitchen is so much better. I wish y’all a wonderful Thanksgiving!

  3. Have a great Thanksgiving day. I have a lot of cleaning and baking to do. Have requests for pecan pie, pumpkin pie and chocolate pie. I cracked almost a gallon of pecans today so I will have fresh ones for the pies.

    • Cammy, we had a problem with our pecans. Maybe you can help. We picked them up, cracked and picked them all and put in a ziploc bag on kitchen counter. A couple days later, many of the pecans were covered in what looked like mold and they were all soft and maybe even “rotten”. What happened?

  4. What a delightful post. I always get a kick out of hearing “family stories” from families larger than I experienced. Despite the horror stories about siblings, I always have wished I had some brothers and sisters.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you all — we all need a day for pies, hugs, happy conversation and just flat messing around. Take a deep breath and enjoy it all!

    • I will have a basket just inside the door on the counter for everyone’s cell phones. Can we please have a holiday meal and visit afterward without anyone staring at their phone? I hope so!

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