Finally the Army had done us a favor,we were stationed in Ft. Benning GA. Why is that a favor you might ask? Well up til now we had been too far away from our family to spend any holidays with them. Now we were only a few hours drive away.
We had just recently come back to the states from Alaska,which for some strange reason had been described as an “overseas” tour of duty? What this meant to me was the chance to see my grandparents again. After all I had been 5 time zones away from everyone I knew, now I was only an 8 hour drive away! With November approaching this meant Thanksgiving with my grandmas cooking.Yum yum. My mom is a decent cook but nobody comes close to the way grandma did dinner.
I was looking forward to Thanksgiving this year,it would be the first time in 4 years that we were all together. My dad woke us up early to get ready for the drive down to Orlando,where my grandparents lived.Luckily I was able to go right back to sleep in the car. As soon as we crossed into Florida, my dad woke us up. “We’re in Florida now.” he said. I poked my little brother ” Hey wake up we’re almost there.” He just whined and went back to sleep. I sat there watching the scenery and imagining all the good food grandma was cooking.
After what seemed liked forever we were turning onto the street that grandma lived on. I couldn’t wait for the car to stop,and as soon as it did I was out the door like a shot. “Grandma, we’re here!” I shouted as I ran up to the door. When grandma opened the door to let me in I smelled wonderful things. Mm mm turkey,gravy,fresh bread,pies, everything that made dinner so special. I have one particular favorite food that I’m saddened to say I can’t cook myself. Grandma’s green beans with potatoes. Every holiday meal included them. I could never get enough. Homemade pumpkin pies, sweet potato pies, lots of iced tea to drink,fresh yeast rolls,made from scratch gravy. Heaven didn’t have such food I thought. That year as we all sat down to dinner, I asked to say grace: “Thank you dear Lord for allowing me to see my grandparents again,for seeing us safely here, for making my brother sleep most of the trip, and most of all for grandma’s cooking.Amen”
It’s been 33 years since that meal, my grandparents are both gone now, but it remains my best memory of Thanksgiving. May the good lord watch over you and yours this year and may your trip home be safe.