Dad on Thanksgiving
I think of my dad often, but today I am remembering him when on holidays and Sundays, he cooked the main part of the meal, while my mother went to church. On Thanksgiving Day, he always cooked the turkey, ham, or whatever the specialty was. He was a good cook, he cooked on board a sailing ship when he was only 14 years old. During the depression, of course we didn't have turkey, usually it was macaroni or spaghetti with lard melted in it, or cornmeal mush. Sometimes we would have eggs too, and beans.But later, when we could afford the turkey, Dad would get up every 2 hours the night before to baste it. Mom usually cooked the vegetables, pies and biscuits. I haven't eaten turkey for a long time, because I am a vegetarian now, but today, I have to think about it, because of my dad. he died in 1989, at age 96.
