Most people eat turkey on Thanksgiving…
And we did too. What did you think we ate?
You people are sick. This is Uncle Mean’s pet goat, Freckles. He bottle raised her and I think she would be a house-goat if Mess didn’t have a say. No, I said house-goat not house-coat. Mess isn’t Corella deVille. She just doesn’t want her furniture eaten.
The Pilot had to work on Thanksgiving so the boys and I were fortunate enough to be invited to Mess and Uncle Mean’s house to share the day with their family- which is made up of some incredible people.
Did you know that Mess and her sisters, Faye and Ruth, threw me a baby shower? They sure did. Faye and Ruth didn’t even hardly know me and they went to all that trouble of making a diaper cake, cooking and decorating.
And I know people say Baptists are conservative but you didn’t play some of the wild games they came up with. Those ladies even made my Catholic aunt blush!
I enjoy spending time with these ladies. Their relationship with each other is so kind and I love hearing stories from their childhoods- just as if it were my own family’s history. I was fortunate enough to know their mother, Mrs. Lucille, for a short time and she was a lovely and welcoming woman. Just the kind of person that you would expect to be the mom of these awesome sisters.
Sadly, I came into their family’s life too late to know their dad, George Henry. But I sure do love to hear them talk about him. I also love looking at the art he created by whittling. Burtch and Lawson love the toys he whittled. I hold my breath every time Mess lets them play with them. I can’t just run to the mall to replace a broken one and my boys haven’t yet mastered being gentle. My favorite piece is the replica he made of the house that Mess, Ruth and Fay grew up in.
It’s kind of sad to think that whittling has become a lost art. Maybe I’ll learn..Well, it’s probably a prerequisite that you can peel a tomato without slicing your thumb off. I guess that rules me out.
Plus I ate so much today that I think I’m going to be useless for the entire rest of my life. So learning something new is completely out of the question. I felt a little guilty that I ate so much of the food they cooked and I only brought the cranberry salad. To repay them I put the boys to work on the in the field. Hey, this is country life- it’s rough out here.
“Bubba, I think this is asking a little much from us. I’m only 21 months old and you’re only 3 years old but combined we’re almost 5 – we might can figure this tractor out.”