|All the college kids were home for the Thanksgiving break|
|Aunt Megan was here from Jamaica|
|Cousins and friends lounged on my bed chatting|
|My son made candied yams using his Grandma's recipe|
|My other cousin came in from Trinidad|
|The boys had a fine old time joshing with my husband|
|The girls found time to check the social networks|
This year, most of my mother's clan gathered in West Palm Beach, Florida
for a Thanksgiving family reunion, traveling from Jamaica and the
Bahamas, and Canada and Virginia and Marlyand for the weekend.
Meanwhile, we were an outpost in New York, receiving photos and texts
from our relatives down South, with news of splashing in pools and
playing inter generational soccer, while we took a meal together and
generally enjoyed a low key Thanksgiving. Every person here was a soul I
am deeply comfortable with, and so my usual angst and feelings of overstimulation abated, and I just let myself be in the moment, aware
of the goodness of it all.
My husband cooked the melt-in-your mouth turkey and most of the rest of the meal, too, though I made my famous corn and cheese souffle and my son called his grandmother as usual to be talked through the steps for the candied yams, while one cousin made a potato salad and another acted as sou chef. Other family and friends arrived with plantains and blueberry cranberry sauce and all manner of pies, and it was once again a feast.
My niece was sorely missed, but she sent us
missives from the reunion, including a picture of my brother's children
cuddled with my 85-year-old aunt and the caption, "Aunt Grace smells so
good!" My mother couldn't be there with the rest of them. Travel is too
hard for her now, so she stayed in Jamaica with my sister in law. When I
knew she couldn't go, it was then I decided that our family would just
stay put as well and host our usual crew. We don't really have the funds
for multiple air fares and hotel rooms, and the relief and happiness in
my cousins on my dad's side, and my friends who usually do Thanksgiving
at our house, made me really happy that we decided to stay home.
numbers were slightly reduced by the Palm Beach reunion, but a good time
was definitely had in New York City as well. At midnight the party in
both places was still going strong, and there were women I love lounged across my bed sharing easy meandering talk of our lives in the way women do. The photos here are kind of random. The lighting in our house was dim, and I didn't take as many pictures as usual, but that's what comes of just being in the flow.
Low key was definitely the order of our day too.ReplyDelete
Looking at the pictures shows a good time by all. The best holidays are the relaxed ones.ReplyDelete
what a warm thanksgiving.ReplyDelete
Sounds like all hearts were beating with one accord. Excellent! Enjoy them babies while they're home.ReplyDelete
Looks like a terrific holiday! Makes me miss my family. :)ReplyDelete
I love the glimpse into your holiday. Looks like a wonderful Thanksgiving! I see somebody made sweet potatoes with marshmallows, yummy.ReplyDelete
ellen, my son made that using his grandma's recipe, and it was yummy! hope you had a great day.Delete
Looks like you had a great time, and boy do you have some lovely looking kids in your family!ReplyDelete