I decided to give away two Kindle Touches. Today's winner is Donna Cooper. Donna, email me @ firstname.lastname@example.org to claim your prize.
This contest is a bit different because it's a real contest. I'm going to pick the entry with the most memorable Thanksgiving story.
When my middle brother was a toddler we had a mischievous white Pekinese name Honey. My brother had just started talking and for the most part, he didn't say much.
Thanksgiving was my mother's favorite holiday and she went all out. While we kids were glued to the TV watching the Macy's Day parade, mom cooked and cooked and cooked. Around three in the afternoon, she set the Thanksgiving table.
Then she sent us kids to our rooms to get dressed. She believed everyone should wear their Sunday best on Thanksgiving. (I still uphold that tradition.) And she hopped into the shower herself.
Suddenly, from the kitchen, we heard a shriek and we all came running. My mom dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel.
There's my baby brother standing in the kitchen with his hands on his hips, a frown on his face, glowering at Honey, who is up on the table dragging a whole twenty-five pound turkey off the platter. Pointing a chubby finger, he hollered, "No! Hiney Dog, No!
My mother, of course, was appalled that Thanksgiving had been spoiled. In a dramatic gesture, my father tossed the turkey out in the yard and banished Honey to the garage. We sat around the table glummly eating the vegetables and cornbread stuffing, my little brother in his high chair. Green beans were his favorite vegetable, but my mother always served asparagus for Thanksgiving. He put the asparagus in his mouth, made a horrible face and flung the offending vegetable across the room.
"What's wrong," my mother asked.
In complete toddler earnestness he exclaimed, "Dirty green bean!"
Too bad Honey was banished. She loved aspargus.
So my most memorable Thanksgiving was the year my little brother learned to express himself. It might also explain why A Christmas Story is my favorite holiday movie. I can identify with the family's ruined holiday dinner.
What about you? Any memorable Thanksgiving memories? I'll chose another Kindle winner on Thanksgiving, so come on, tell me your favorite Thanksgiving memory.