Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving, a tradition that started in the sixteen hundreds, is still a holiday in America today. Thanksgiving started when the Plymouth colonists and the Wampanoag Indians shared a harvest feast. It wasn’t until the eighteen hundreds that Thanksgiving was declared to be a National holiday, celebrated in November. Since then, its traditions have become a part of every family in the U.S.

Ok, this boring blog is going personal. Over Thanksgiving, I drove around 14 hours and to visit my relatives from both sides of the family. It’s kind of funny how much these two families differ. My relatives on my mom’s side are more of everyday people. My uncle is a security person who works for the government and my aunt runs a cleaning business. All of my cousins are pretty much my age, give or take a few years. That grandma’s house is smallish and kind of cramped creating a very hectic Thanksgiving Day.

The relatives on my dad’s side are very different. One of my uncles is in charge of a company that owns a lot of buildings and he travels all over the world promoting different products. Another uncle is the CEO and CFO of a major bank and lives in orange county California. I have yet another uncle on that side and he is a plastic surgeon that owns his own practice and a spa besides. Even though they are rather well-off, they grew up on a farm so they are actually very down to Earth people. My cousins on that side of the family are a hoot. The oldest of them is three years younger than me and there are about six kids younger than her. I think the youngest is three. We always meet at our lake and spend the Saturday after Thanksgiving together.

Let me assure you, two Thanksgivings are plenty. Not that I don’t enjoy the varying company, because I do, but I am so tired after break that it is not even funny. I also come back home with a full belly having eaten enough food to feed the kids in Africa.