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Sunday, November 21, 2010
I wrote a couple of weeks ago about the anticipation of Christmas morning when I was a kid. Totally jumping the gun on the Holiday that comes before Christmas and is just as important to our memories and families as Christmas is, just not as sensational. Thanksgiving, I apologize, whole-heartedly, for you are the springboard that launches the Christmas season. Thanksgiving is the day when we say "ready, set, go!" on Christmas. Macy's parade, Black Friday, Newspapers thick with sale flyers, doorbusters, crazy early waiting in line for bargains, it all begins here. Thanksgiving is the calm before the storm.
Families gather at this time of year to be families again. We drive, bus, and fly in from all over the globe to be together and reconnect. We see how the kids of our relatives and friends have grown. We feel sad that some are not with us at this time anymore. We ourselves, have moved from the kid's table, to the head of the table. The family's number expands and contracts through the years, we lose some, we gain some. Aunt Millie is gone, but Jon and Sara bring a new baby, Cindy brings a new boyfriend who's seems like a nice guy. He passes the test in my mind, I hope he stays a part of the family. While hustling around the kitchen, I talk to those passing through and think how nice it is to have everyone here. The doorbell rings again, the number of guests increases. I can hear the half a dozen different conversations going on through the house. Everyone is glad to see everyone again. This day we put our differences aside and it serves to ease us all into that very important time of year. Together. Thanksgiving is a great tool to reintroduce us to each other.
When dinner time arrives, the conversation and laughter lowers to a pleasant hum over the feast that we have all gathered for. I look around to the tables from my chair now at the head of the big table, and sigh with a warm feeling of contentment. This is why we gather, this why we have inserted these times into our collective lives. When I was young, I remember the Thanksgiving events my Mother would put on. She was never happier any other time of year than she was at Thanksgiving. Mom would prepare such a spread that our guests would be in absolute awe. Her Thanksgiving dinners were legendary. After us kids left the nest and started our own families, Mom and Dad downsized their life to an apartment in a very large building. We would arrive at their apartment on Thanksgiving day and the door would be open filling the hallways with the aromas of my childhood. There were a lot of older people in the building who were alone on the Holiday. The door of the apartment remained open throughout the day. People from all over the building would follow their noses and hearts to her door where they knew they were always welcome. You were greeted with a hug and a plate. "Go help yourself" she would say. Only her heart was bigger than her smile.
Our family has shrunk over the years and the gatherings aren't quite as large, but they are just as important. My wife and I have hosted Thanksgiving dinner for the last twenty years. Now our family is growing again. The faces have changed, but the purpose is the same. As the guests arrive the noise and laughter increases as it did in years past. Everyone is in awe of the spread put out again. They nibble and mingle and get to know each other again. They wonder what inspires us to create such an event. I swallow the lump in my throat, put on a big smile and respond, "Heaven only knows." Life goes full circle.
After dinner us men retire to the family room for football and napping. The ladies circulate the sale papers around the kitchen table, plotting out their plans for the strategic assault of the stores the following day. Thanksgiving is again the launch of the Christmas season. So goes my apology to Thanksgiving. I leapfrogged you chronologically, but not in importance. Forgive me Thanksgiving, for you fire the starting gun for my most favorite time of year.
This blog, our Facebook page, our soon to come Twitter feed, and the original O'Ryans video store that started O'Ryans Village are all parts of the grand idea to bring the good old days that we all yearn for back to us, one little piece at a time. We know those days are gone, but they can be revisited and re-lived one moment at a time. It's ironic that we are able to use such technologies to help us trip back through simpler times. It is our mission and passion to help you do just that.
by: O'Ryans Village