Not everyone got in my camera eye, although there were 20 + people who milled, drank, ate and partied. Ages from 15 to 84 feasted on gobs of food ( thats why it is called gobble gobble day) We ate at the tables decorated by sister Mare who did a beautiful presentation of color, candles and warmth. Niece Lea manned the wine bar and the organic juicy martini bar. Brother-in-laws Larry and Mike and Phil did the duty of "I NEED YOU to do something!" as was yelled out by the sister cooks. The kitchen was small, probably way too small to accomodate foot traffic but it had two ovens! We came prepared to lay out a groaning table and welcomed guests, some from out of town. We did miss a few though, boyfriends, girlfriends, ccusins and brothers but we filled the dining room anyway.
The Clubhouse was on the same property that I lived on and we had access to it because of a pre-arranged acceptance. It was really really beautiful. We had a kitchen, hardwood dining room with wine bar, pool deck with tables and chairs, large living area with big fireplace and HD TV. The couches called to many. There was an additional room with game tables and more sitting areas, soft lamps and ceiling fans. The hallway found most of the younger set at billiards and ping pong tables. Rain that was expected never came. Harsh coldness turned to a bright sun filled day and with ovens on, we wished for our beach wear.
Joining hands at the Thanksgiving table was touching as Sister Mare read from small print, a card that was tucked in our late Father's wallet, and fitting as we felt his love surround us. In addition, our new friend Jennifer (and family) who joined us, remembered her recently departed Mother. With Thanks, many heartfelt memories are tagged on to give the whole perspective of why we are grateful.
