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Thanksgiving Memories

Thanksgiving at mom’s house was great!
Each year it was the same,
Nicotine flavored food on plates!
The whole damn family came!
My cousin Mel and her Mother,
Grandma, Aunt Ailene and Brother,
My cousin Mel,
My cousin Mel,
All crowding in on each other!


Thirty pound turkey over baked
Stuffing moist and runny.
The smiles on our faces were faked
The pies? Waste of money!
Here comes Uncle George with his bowl,
Heaped with mashed potatoes and roll,
Here comes uncle,
Here comes uncle,
And Aunt Debbie thinks he’s a troll.


My favorite was the “Shucky beans.”
My mom’s *urp* specialty.
Dried green beans steeped in nicotine,
Boiled, pale green tragedy.
Funny thing is, I’d give my soul
For one more hard thanksgiving roll
Funny thing is,
Funny thing is,
That’s an unattainable goal.







I miss my family, and the house where all those memories were made. I haven't lived there for twenty years. Our landlord sold the property to a high school developer, and a brand new high school now sits where our house once was.

The big red barn is gone,
The empty silos with pigeon families are gone,
The feeding trough where me and my husband (now ex) inscribed our names with chunks of moisture solidified lime is now a tennis court.

The field where I used to ride my minibike is now a parking lot for High school students.

God only knows what happened to the antique car parked in the barn, or the phone booth, or the sentimental stuff I had secretly stored in there.

Probably in some landfill, rotting away and contributing to global warming.

I hope my neighbor at least saved some of the wood from the barn. If I had been aware of it, I would have done it. I didn't find out about the High School until I created a Myspace account and got in touch with one of my old neighbors from two miles down the road.


I am really depressed about this. I have to go to a child care convention in that VERY HIGH SCHOOL on Saturday. I'm going to be a nervous wreck.

Wish me luck!

Ravenwand