Storm Emilia
Storm Emilia A great big ball of wind was rolling down the pavement toward me. I staggered under its might. The gale was blasting against me and anyone challenging it. I bent under its force with my head as low as it could go. I tried charging it, but it knocked my breath from me. I was gasping and couldn't take it anymore. I realized my eyes were closed and I forced them open into slits, searching for cover. Two men–one in a pumpkin orange vest that was clearly visible–had taken refuge in a covered alcove to the left. I battled the wind one step at a time until I joined them. I filled my lungs and recharged. Another young women who had been just a few feet behind me stepped off the same course to wait with us. The men stayed content in the background while us women put our heads or hands out at intervals to see if the wind's fury had been placated. At a certain point, the other woman and I both decided to brave the wind even though it was still blowing. We looked at each othe...
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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