What is your favorite or one of your most vivid memories of Thanksgiving growing up?
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Okee dokee, I'll go first. Right before thanksgiving one year (I musta been around 13 or 14) we were redoing our roof. We used to have aluminum but we were upgrading to asphalt shingles. As a result, I got to help install some beams in the back part of our house to hold up the extra weight that the roof would have to support.
ReplyDeleteWhile I was up on the roof helping my uncles nail down the shingles, I happened to mistakenly step through one of the openings in the plywood and stepped on some sheetrock as I was trying to balance on the wood beam we just installed. As a result, I fell through the roof with one foot, and as I was trying to steady myself, I slipped on the other foot. I ended up falling, with the beam coming to rest between my legs. I bruised the insides of both thighs, and had to eat my thanksgiving dinner lying down on the floor instead of at the table because I hurt so bad...
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Ouch, Angela! I'm still thinking of which one I want to put up. :)
ReplyDeleteUm... My one of my fav memories is how we used to dress up in our Sunday clothes for Thanksgiving dinner. Haha... I think most of the fam was there this last March when I was so wrongly accused of mistakening this actual event until my ever-so-loving brother Jarod backed me up! Thank you Jarod! Love you all!
ReplyDeleteI remember dressing up in our nice clothes to have dinner some Thanksgivings, and I remember it being at Dad's request. My favorite Thanksgiving memory...when I came home for Thanksgiving vacation my freshman year in college, you all made this huge sign for me. It was really touching and I loved it. I think I kept it until just a few years ago. I was really homesick and it was so wonderful to spend time with you all. I was almost in a head-on collision with a semi on the way back to BYU. It had just started to snow as we left on Sunday. We were going over 4th of July Pass when our car hit some ice and we did a few 360's and stopped facing oncoming traffic. A semi missed us by inches...he changed lanes very quickly. I have always believed that our prayers at the beginning of that trip were answered at that moment and the truck was "helped" because I can't figure out why it didn't hit us.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking my most clear memory is when Jarod and I were in our first place. A very pink trailer with propane cooking. We had started cooking dinner and got just about everything done when poof. All the propane was out of both tanks. We the turkey timer had just popped. We started cutting into it and realized that there was a plastic wrapped bag in the neck. I didn't know they put the stuff up both ends. Needless to say we ate somewhere else that year. Never forgot to clear out both ends again.
ReplyDelete*giggle* yes Milissa, you must always clear both ends before you stuff yourself... I mean, the turkey... :D Todd bought me 3 roses when I went home from college for my first thanksgiving hiding as an "adult". One for each month since we began talking. *sigh* I like that guy.
ReplyDeleteI can't really say which memory is the best to share but I know that my most vivid memory I have is of Thanksgiving in Spokane when I was probably 9 or 10. I just remember having EVERYONE home together. It snowed outside and Mom had told everyone, "NO walking across the front yard!" so it looked beautiful through our living room windows. And most of all I remember sitting on the blue carpet next to Daniel in front of the warm, cozy fireplace eating a piece of Mom's pumpkin pie while watching, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" on that old TV. I remember feeling so cozy and warm and happy. :)
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