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Thanksgiving at Our House

Travis Rogers, Jr.

Thanksgiving at Our House

Opinion
2 mins
November 30, 2021

Our house…is a very, very, very fine house… So says Crosby, Stills, & Nash.

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. While I enjoy every Thanksgiving, with all the Turkey and dressing, sweet potato souffle, mashed potatoes and gravy, and lefse, this year Morgan, our youngest daughter, brought pies. I had wanted to ask her to bring pecan pie but I was afraid my request might be too late and I didn’t want to put any pressure on her at the last minute. Sure enough, though, one of the pies she brought was indeed that most delectable of all desserts… Pecan pie!

What made it especially sweet, however, was that this was the first Thanksgiving in three years that my dad and my sister could join us. The Gajewsky and Rogers clans got to celebrate for the first time together since Nicole and I got married in 2019 (we had Thanksgiving together in 2018).

Not everyone was present, of course. That is a Herculean undertaking with so many schedules and different parents and in-laws to please. Still, Nicole‘s mom and dad and my dad, along with two out of the six children, and my sister and her boyfriend, and Morgan, her husband Dylan, and the granddaughters made for a party. Twelve, if I count correctly.

Everyone seemed happy with the food. My sister's boyfriend, Mike, got to taste lefse for the first time. Born in Pennsylvania, but now living in South Carolina, Mike was not raised around or introduced to Norwegian delicacies. I’m only sad that he wasn’t given the opportunity to try out lutefisk. Nevertheless, he did serious damage to the lefse supply, going back for seconds or even thirds.

Afternoon was absorbed by playing euchre and that continued into the night with Tiffany, Mike, Nicole and I playing till late.

We took dad home on Friday morning and Tiffany and Mike spent Friday night, only to leave early on Saturday morning. Before dad left, however, he wanted to make sure we all had breakfast at Cozy Corner. Dad and Tiffany go there every time they are in town but this was Mike's first experience. As always, everyone is amazed at the size and tastiness of the pancakes there.

The only sad part of it all, as always, is when everyone is gone. But maybe, just maybe, we can do it again at Christmas.


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