Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I Gather Together . . .
It was Thanksgiving ages ago, when Dad was still alive and suffering from an infected tooth. We all gathered at the table: my aunt, uncle and cousin plus our neighbors with their kids. Soon things took a turn for the worse.
My young cousin complained of not feeling well so his parents left the table to attend to him. In the meantime, the neighbor was trying to get her kids to eat sweet potatoes. “But I’ll get sick if I have to taste these,” cried the oldest. After getting a stern look from his mother, he agreed to try a bite- just one bite, and promptly threw up which caused the remaining siblings to also throw up, in unison. Off the women went to clean up kids.
Did I mention Dad was on strong pain killers? They must have kicked in pretty good. We figured it out when a familiar tune came drifting down the hall. There was Dad, all alone at the table, singing. Singing? When we listened closely, we noticed a slight change of lyrics: “I Gather Together to ask the Lord’s Blessing. . . “
Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving.
PS Don't force your kids to eat anything they don't like!
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