Connection is the energy that exists among people when they feel valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they obtain nourishment and strength in the process.
I am a visual person. Most of what I convey on this blog is through pictures rather than my words. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. This photo was taken by a high school friend of the bank across the lake where I grew up. Much of what I experienced growing up there has influenced how I have lived my life.
Growing up in the Midwest we always celebrated Thanksgiving on my Aunt and Uncle’s farm. They didn’t have a lot of money but the dinner was always delicious and the camaraderie with my cousins even better. My cousins and I usually spent time playing in the hay mow (a Hoosier term?), gathering eggs (they raised chickens) or rolling up in blankets and tumbling down the stairs. It was a special time with my cousins that I have never taken for granted. We are still close and have regular reunions.
Here we all are. That’s my sister and I stylin it in the v-neck sweaters circa about 1966. My poor cousin Jeff surrounded by women.
Our family has our own traditions now. We usually gather at our home for Thanksgiving. Just as I gathered with my Indiana cousins, Thanksgiving seems to be the one holiday where all of the California cousins get together. We will be missing Erin this year.
I always look forward to doing the table decor. I have a box that my friend Steve made from reclaimed fence boards that is a favorite vessel of mine. I love it because it is long and narrow. It leaves plenty of room for the table settings.
This was 2015’s version filled solely with flowers from my yard. I have used this box so many times. I think this was my all-time favorite. You can check out the post Better Late than Never Thanksgiving Post
Below is the 2016 version. You can view the post My Thanksgiving tables and what I wore for all the deets.
Here is the same box on our patio table filled with whatever I was growing in my yard that year!
Prior to owning the box I usually did a free-form combination of cinderella pumpkins and gourds. I may repeat something similar this year…who knows? Pottery Barn had these great leopard napkins a few years back.
Before we redid our game room we would cover our pool table with a big burlap table skirt and go to town. This particular year I just threw a cowhide rug over it, gathered my wicker covered bottles, and added olive branches.
I always have to add a smaller table of six to my Thanksgiving mix. Here I set up the table by the pool. The glass vase is filled with nothing but Hydrangeas and fall leaves.
This table is from last year in our newly refurbished game room. This blue vase is filled with sunflowers and pomegranates from my yard.
This has been a bit of a trying time for our family of late. Regardless of how we celebrate Thanksgiving, it should always be a time to gather and reconcile our differences, and a time to heal. A time of sharing our triumphs as well as our struggles. In the hope that we can find strength and go forward and derive sustenance and strength from our bonds in the coming year.
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