Through the Eyes of the Dog
Through the Eyes of theDog Einstein stared into my soul the other night. He searched and searched until he was sure of something. Just what that something was I’m not sure of, but I do know he was communicating it intently through his gaze. Einstein has wide, soil colored brown eyes set on the opposite sides of his boxer head. He is not an avid barker, although he growls softly sometimes to get you to play. Other than that, he relies on the power of his eyes to pull you in. He holds you in them and to them until you truly understand him. Then, as if under a spell you open the door or fill his bowl with food. However, the other night I kept misinterpreting his gaze. I tried to get up, thinking he wanted more space on the couch, but that wasn’t it. More staring. His owner explained that for the most part he has cracked the code behind Einstein’s mesmerizing looks, although he was just as baffled as I was with Einstein’s constant eye connection on the couch. Then it came to us that maybe
Grandma Mary Rose and Harry McDonald decided to combine their families together for Thanksgiving under one roof. I believe this tradition started in the late 70"s. The basement was set up like a restaurant with many tables, chairs, kids tables, chairs, kids playroom, 1 little bathroom, 1 bar, refrigerator that had all of the deserts and our favorite one little red practice piano. Yes we all drove the adults crazy with that piano. We can not forget the Beautiful display of all sorts of stuff for the auction. Everyone's name folded in a gold jar. We looked forward to Thanksgiving every year. We got along very well with the McDonald's. Grandma and Harry worked all year round to make it better every year. The stories live on. I remember conversations and everyone we had Thanksgiving with. You had to be a certain age to sit at bar play pool and even move up from the kids table. Grandma's cooking was awesome. After dinner all of us little kids would could wait for the auction. I can even remember who got what. Even if some of couldn't read the names we all excited calling them. We ran around house looking for the people who's names were called. We even turned it into a game show by shouting Hey come on down and pick your prize. Every year Thanksgiving got bigger with boyfriends girlfriends and many more people. Sometimes there were over 75 people. D and G Mastromarchi took over the tradition we are Thankful for that
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for all these memories! I had forgotten about the piano!
DeleteThis is really wonderful, thanks for sharing! I have so many great memories of Thanksgiving at Grandmas but I had completely forgotten about the giveaways. I’ll never forget her little bead dolls. She had that glass display case on the wall, near the front door, full of her very best bead dolls.
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember the display case! I was always fascinated by the bead dolls.
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