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!