Thanksgiving at the woods
It has been a family tradition for 15 years that we all go to our farm in McNairy County called The Woods House. The family that lives in the Memphis area all pile in their cars with food, children, dogs and guests and head out full of anticipation of the weekend. The farm is mostly woods but has a few open fields. hills, rocks to climb and streams to wade and fish in. The place is truly a piece of heaven.
After the cars are unloaded and the refrigerators are packed full each person heads out on their own mission. Thaxton my 8 year old grandson likes driving the Gator with his 5 year old brother Noland as a passenger. Kimbrough, my oldest grandson usually checks out the equipment for deer hunting the next morning. Meredith, my oldest granddaughter starts making the pumpkin pies that Meredith and I both love. Eason, my middle grandson likes to start preparing for shooting skeet down by the lower shed, checking to see what football game is on, or riding a four wheeler through the woods. The grown ups start the fire, walk to the creek or join in with the children in their activities. We all are busy doing happy country things and being together. When the sun sets we sit around the fire, roast marshmellows after dinner and then just enjoy being together.
On Thanksgiving day we turn on the Macy’s parade and then start cooking and tasting until about 2 when we have our feast. My son Kimbrough fries a turkey and I bake one. Chris, my son-in-law, makes a fire and Beth, my daughter-in-law and Fontaine, my daughter fix all the other trimmings. We have a wonderful meal and a wonderful time. We are thankful for our many blessings and feel blessed that we can be together. This is the way our family spends Thanksgiving, a very special time.
