Grandma King

I have spent some time trying to learn how to cut Grandpa out of the picture, but it didn't work. Just look at Grandma!

I have been trying to remember
Thanksgiving and going to Grandma's
for Dinner. I don't remember
too well the actual dinner and
who was there.
What I do remember is the making of
suet pudding in a coffee can long before
Thanksgiving,putting it away, then making
the sauce before dinner.
I remember the turkey stuffed with dressing
sitting on the old black cookstove
and thinking that it was so big,
we would all have all we wanted to eat.
The big kettle, sometimes two, full of
potatoes to be mashed to lightness with
real butter and thick cream.
The pumpkin pies served with real whipped cream.
Mother wanted Elderberry that she
walked in the mountains to pick..
or pecon pie, but I wanted only pumpkin.
No cake. No cookies. Pumpkin Pie.
There were little bowls of relish,
cranberry jelly, pickled beats,
cooked carrots and green beans with bacon.
Grandma ran the kids from under her feet.
"Go outside. You are in the way."
We would go, but soon be peeking back
inside.
The men ate first with the women if there was room...
and then the kids could crowd the table and
eat everything! We thought we did.
I had pumpkin pie...but later
Grandma would dish us a spoon of suet pudding
with dressing. We were special.
We all got to share.
Thanksgiving with Grandma King...