Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

Wench says,

Thanksgiving when my grandmother and great-grandmother were still alive.

accidentaltourist says,

My siblings, cousins, and I would all sequester ourselves in an upstairs room at Grandma's house while the adults did the after-dinner clean-up, where we created and rehearsed a play for dessert-time entertainment. I remember building a show around songs we'd learned in school or church and fashioning costumes out of pieces from my grandmother's closet....you'd think she would have been mad at the invasion, but she never was.

Dhani says,

Sitting down with honest-to-goodness cowboys on a cold, remote ranch in northern California, to enjoy a country harvest of good, nutritious, SIMPLE, home-cooked fare...pass those sourmilk biscuits, please!

H2point0 says,

Being alone at last. Wine. Warmth.

maryjane31 says,

When the last dish and pot is dried and put away and I sit in my favorite chair and have a glass of wine.

Dragonflower says,

I have a made up memory from a book I read once. I can't remember the name of the book but I always wished for a Thanksgiving memory like the one they had. It took place on the East coast, whereever Plymouth Rock really is. Everybody stayed together for the four days in a big enough cabin/house and had individual adventures they'd talk about when they met up again in the evening. No one argued or got mad. Or drunk. There was plenty of food but no one spent hours preparing it or cleaning up after. Not sure how that worked?!?

I do have a favorite real memory from 2009 with my Scorpio sweetheart, who is now my ex-sweetheart, sorry to say. Lots of love and fun. And food/treats. It was actually on Thanksgiving eve. We sat out on my patio on the cold, clear night...

JAD says,

When the boys were small and we all gathered at moms. My four sisters two brothers and all the kids. So many of us not enough elbow room. Things have changed so.

Undermom says,

Moving up from the kids table.

Dean6805 says,

Still being at the kids' table - that wobbly card table, eating all the food I wanted and not worrying about it making me fat. Being embraced by aunts and uncles and wrapped warmly in traditions. Smelling wonderful, love-filled aromas that will cling to my clothing until my dying day. Knowing that proof existed that love is stronger than anger.