Thanksgiving in Medford
as a child meant...
- St. Joseph's church for morning Mass.
- the Medford/Malden football game-61st year when
I was a senior at Medford High, 1964.
- the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV.
- singing "Over the River and through the
Woods" written in Medford in 1844.
- everyone dressed in Sunday best.
- full dining room regalia ready for dinner -- the best
china, silver, cloth napkins, and glassware set out on a newly pressed cut
work tablecloth, seating around the table, touching edge to edge waiting.
- each oven and each stove burner occupied, steam
slipping from beneath covers, smells filling each room.
- every extra table or shelf covered with dishes of home
baked cookies and freshly baked pies--pumpkin, apple, and minced meat.
- cooks busy in the kitchen, apronned neck to knee.
- company.
- the dining room filled to capacity.
- grace recited while stomachs growled and food waited.
- antipasto, Italian chicken soup with escarole and
mini-meatballs.
- Dad sitting, poised with a huge carving knife, waiting
for the first cut into the golden brown turkey.
- sliced turkey, dressing, and gravy; bowls of
vegetables, sweet potatoes and mashed, squash, turnip, stuffed mushrooms
and artichokes.
- a walk and a rest after dinner but before dessert.
- a day to be grateful, a day to remember.
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