Hope you’ve had a wonderful Thanksgiving, Modern Philosophers.
Things went just fine at The House on the Hill, and now I’m relaxing and remembering Thanksgivings Past. Whenever I take a trip down Memory Lane where it intersects with Family Road, I try to limit my Deep Thoughts to times with Dad. Those are the happiest moments from my childhood.
My Dad had a tradition for Thanksgiving and Christmas, which I love to keep alive. His idea of getting all fancy was serving pepperoni and cheese on crackers for the Holidays.
That’s just the kind of guy Dad was. That was how we classed up the joint and showed the relatives that we could be all sophisticated when we wanted.
My ex-wife, the food snob, never thought much of the tradition, but she accepted it because she knew it meant a lot to me to remember my Dad at the Holidays. The Girl Who Stuffs My Turkey With Love gets a kick out of the tradition, and will always ask me if I’ve bought the supplies for my special appetizers yet. She gets me and that’s why I like her.
So today, I cut up my pepperoni and two kinds of cheeses (my Dad would call that “pulling out all the stops”), spread out some crackers, and enjoyed my Dad’s favorite Holiday treat while I watched the Packers game.
I knew that up in Heaven, Dad was eating the same thing and smiling down on me. He probably still doesn’t get why I wear a toga, but he really can’t complain given the way he used to dress me after Mom died!
I always miss Dear Old Dad during the Holidays, but by keeping his tradition alive, I feel like he’s at least there in spirit.
Love you, Dad. Happy Thanksgiving!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WE WERE REMEMBERING OUR DADS (AND MOMS), TOO!
That’s sweet.
Thank you. 🙂
amazing snack tradition and even more amazing photo )
Thanks. I do look rather dashing, don’t I? 🙂
Family traditions are so important. Very nice memories.
Thank you!
Was missing my Daddy today, too. We used to enjoy his delicious cream cheese and shrimp dip and chip and some beers and watch the games before supper. Instead, today I stopped by and laid a small wreath of roses on his grave and told him the day just isn’t the same without him in it…
That’s very sweet. Happy Belated Thanksgiving.
Ooooh my gosh, is that you in the football helmet? *I melt*
I love traditions like these, and I love that you’re keeping it alive. Apparently this post has just filled me with love. Way to go 😉
Yes, that’s me modeling the helmet. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed the post. There was lots of love in it!
I could feel that love, Lion King style 🙂
Don’t you just love the pants I’m wearing? I was a fashion plate in my youth… 😉
Oh yes, definitely! Surely they still make them in adult sizes– perhaps a good Christmas present for you?
Yikes! I don’t want to be a pro golfer or look like one! 🙂
That’s awesome! I like the fact that you’re still carrying on this tradition for so long. It conjures up very good memories.
Thanks. I thought so, too. 🙂
A telling photo of you, I really like it.
Thank you. Not sure why I needed to wear a helmet indoors, but I’ve always been a bit of a klutz… 🙂
Sweet…
Thanks. Sometimes, I’ve just got to get sentimental before going back to all the wacky stories stuck in my brain! 🙂
That just shows you’ve got heart!
Now if I could only convince the Wizard to give me a brain… 😉
Oh, you’ve got a brain! With an extra dose of imagination…
Why thank you!
You’re welcome. Keep those stories coming!
I’m trying… 🙂
I can’t ask for more than that!
Your father sounds like he would have fit right in with my family. I’m always amazed that people who eat fattened goose liver and fish eggs think what other people eat is disgusting.
Ironically, I am on your blog right now. Whoa. That blows my mind… My Dad was awesome and could fit in anywhere. 🙂