My Ghosts of Thanksgiving Past and Present
             Holidays have always been important in my life. I can remember every Christmas and Thanksgiving since I was real young. Each memory holds a special place in my heart as well as every one in the future also. Thanksgiving has also been my favorite holiday since I love to eat and somehow it always brought my family together. It wasn't until recently my holidays changed forever.
             I was raised in family that felt that holidays were meant to be special and spent with the ones you love. When I was a little girl my thanksgiving day would start bright and early. I'd wake up to hear the sound of my Dad putting the turkey in the oven. He almost acted like an alarm clock because I would be up following around my dad. After preparing the turkey we'd make cappuccino and watch the parades on TV.
             Later on, everyone else would get up and we'd finish the rest of the dinner preparations. Every Holiday I would be in the Kitchen trying to attempt to help but I always just did a good job of getting in the way. After being scolded I would retire to my room and pout until my other family and cousins would arrive. I have three younger boy cousins and when we got together all we could do right was raise hell. It was always a sight to see all the stress we put on everyone else, especially my Grandmother.
             My Grandmother, whom we affectionately call "MeMa", was always the life of the party. She was always the best at driving everyone nuts. You really have to know her to understand but she was about two bricks shy of a full load. She is your classic small
             town gossip, Oprah watching, hypochondriac. One lesson I have learned through out my life is that you never ask MeMa " How are you?" She would go on for hours about her asthma or arthritis it was actually quite entertaining. I'm glad that she's still around today because my holiday would never be the sa
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