Saturday, November 29, 2008

Many Happy Returns

Merry Christmas! Happy Thanksgiving. How many days to Christmas, I don't know, but if the traffic and the shopping malls are any indication that Christmas will be a prosperous one, well, it's gonna be Merry!

We visited with my daughter and son-in-law this weekend and my daughter and I went shopping on
BLACK Friday. It wasn't so bad, but the most fun was shopping at the Dollar Tree in Terre Haute, Indiana. Everything was a dollar and I knew exactly how much it was going to cost before I went to the cash register. I got five things and with 7 percent tax. You know, I always wonder what the tax money goes for. I don't think there should be tax on food and drugs. I really don't. However, other consumer goods, a tax would be good.

I am wondering if the new president-elect will have in mind for taxes, or better, tax relief. While I believe we should pay our fair share, I do think that the American tax payers are overburdened and overtaxed. My gosh, I have to work six months as it is to pay taxes. If there are any more entitlements and programs, I might as well quit work and collect unemployment. NOT.


Monday, November 24, 2008

Okay, so I haven't blogged for a while. So here is the latest edition of the "View from the Back Seat"...

View from the Back Seat

Hopefully, by the time you read this you will have had a festive and Happy Thanksgiving! My dear husband and I chased the proverbial turkey down the road to Terre Haute, Indiana and ate our share of traditional, domesticated butter-filled bird and home-made cranberry sauce, a specialty of my daughter’s (her mother-in-law’s recipe). I am partial to the canned, jellied cranberry that shakes and jiggles when it comes out of the can. On Thanksgiving Day, my Grandmother Muriel assigned to me the chore of opening that can, getting the jelly to slide out in a perfect cylindrical shape and then cutting it into thick slices to arrange in a jelly dish. Mmmm… Add miniature sweet pickles, stalks of celery slices filled with pimento cheese spread, and banana slices slathered with Miracle Whip and sprinkled with chopped peanuts; these items rarely made it to the Shove dining room table without fingers grabbing a few samples before mealtime.

Even before the “Big Turkey Day”, we have eaten our share of the tasty bird. My father invited us to the St. Marys Harvest Home dinner a couple of weeks ago and we enjoyed turkey with all the trimmings and pumpkin pie. Then, last Sunday, my dear husband attended the Community Thanksgiving Dinner at the Methodist Church in Eskridge, Kansas. It had been my plan to attend, having made a dessert. However, I woke up with a sore throat and fever and remained under the covers until well past noontime.

According to my dear husband, seventy-five people filled the basement of the Methodist Church on Sunday, November 23, 2008 and included members from the Methodist, Presbyterian, and Baptist Churches of Eskridge. Turkey, hams and five different varieties of stuffing along with an array of vegetable casseroles and breads were the mainstays of the meal. Three tables filled with desserts to delight even the most discriminating tastes included pumpkin, apple and cherry pies; cheesecakes; fresh baked cookies; five cakes; and one dump-cake (mine). I asked my dear husband what dessert he had; his response was “Dump-cake, of course!”. (I think he likes my cooking.)

Every year, I recall the time (many years ago) when I asked a co-worker what she was having for Thanksgiving dinner. “Hamburgers”, she said, “and then we watch television. Nothing special.” It made me think how we automatically assume that everyone celebrates Thanksgiving Day with an overabundance of food or shares the holiday with family. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own plans that we forget others may not be able to afford the extra food or have family traditions that provide a sense of belonging. I hope you included a neighbor or an elder in your celebration, whatever it might be, just as the Methodist Church opened its doors to Eskridge (and us Baptists!) and the surrounding community. As for my daughter, she sets an extra place each year at the Thanksgiving table for Janet, an elderly neighbor lady whose family lives in another state. And we enjoy her friendship, too!

Until next time, take care and God bless. Vicky