Like many other people across the country, I’ll be spending the long Thanksgiving weekend feasting on all things meleagris.
You know, as in this:
And I’ll be with loved ones, er huh, “tolerated ones”.
This is an interesting holiday for the Kendrick clan. We usually (but not always) meet at the Kendrick Compound in the Texas Hill Country where we praise baby Jesus there’s no need to feign happiness, joy or gift giving. We’ve actually stopped doing that because well, my family gives the worst presents. Everyone buys what he or she would want; what they’d like to receive. The personal preferences and tastes for the intended gift recipient be damned. These gifts are invariably taken back to their respective stores for an exchange or in-store credit.
Therefore, “The Annual Kendrick Family Holiday Receipt Exchange” will take place as it always does, on December 24th.
In the meantime, the focus is on gathering together to sing the Lord’s blessing and that we will make every attempt to do. No doubt it will be an emotional holiday; a true Hallmark greeting card kind of affair. They always are.
My family has taught me that the word “dysfunctional” is nasty and doesn’t apply to us at all. But irony of ironies, the phrase, “restraining order”, is part of our daily lexicon.
I’m sure we’ll take yet another photo of the event this year. We started doing that 37 years ago…back when the family was far more cohesive, happy and willing to dine together without angry table clearing by drunken Uncle Carl, fist fights or death threats.
Here’s that first photo. Happier times indeed :
Rockwellian, it was. I remember that day vividly.
Sadly, divorces, break ups, death, huge financial losses and cruel, cruel heartache changed the path of existence for so many of my family members. For me, too.
But what can you do? Life happens.
We still try to get together. But as I mentioned, things have changed since that first Turkey Day gathering with extended family 37 years ago.
Last year, when we gathered at Cousin Jo Jo’s double wide (two months after his release from the Texas penal system) in the Freebird Mobile Home Park in Skynyrdville, an ugly and drab suburb south of the town of East Texas town of Lynyrd.
It consists of pawn shops, head shops, a few auto repair shops, 64 wife beater and gimme cap clothing stores, several beer joints, pool halls and Pop’s Choklit Shop where all the kids hang out after school.
Or would anyway, if there were schools in Skynyrdville, which there aren’t.
Here’s that photo:
Ah yes, the festive Thanksgiving bucket o’chicken served by Grandma and her National Geographic tits. Such memories.
This year, I’ve heard the menu will change: pork rinds, generic Kroger brand cream corn, tater tot casserole (made with WIC approved cheese) and of course, beer for the adults and light beer for the kiddies.
Well, that’s a fairly good summation of my holiday; I want you to have a good one, too.
So, with that said, here’s hoping all my Lauridians have a safe and happy Thanksgiving.
Much love and Rolaids,