Monday, November 10, 2014

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Happy Monday y'all! Well, I know Monday's aren't really all that happy, but by the time you read this Monday will be over and we're all one day closer to the weekend! 

So today's the 10th of November. That means that there are 16 days until My People's Thanksgiving Migration©. My People's Migration has been happening since the mid-seventies. From then until the year I was born, the Migration was hosted at the family's old farm property in Marion, South Carolina. There have been stories of cousins after passing out from drinking being left in corn fields. The guys of the family sleeping in campers and tents, and the lady's sleeping in the farm house. Just good food, good conversation and good people around a propane heater or bonfire. 

In 1987, the year I was born, the family sold the farm, and moved the Thanksgiving Migration to Cherry Grove, South Carolina. Cherry Grove could be considered part of North Myrtle Beach, but its really close to the North Carolina border. The family rents a house every year, and we all converge on the house, and over the years it could be up to 40 people under one roof. Pretty much every year, I'm either sleeping on a couch or on a blow up mattress. And poor Robert, out of all the years he's been there he's been on a couch or a blow up mattress right there with me. I remember one year when I was a teenager, and we stayed at a house called the Tahiti. And that Thanksgiving was particulary cold. Like unnaturally cold for the year. And the Tahiti had no heat. We were bundled up in all sorts of blankets and sweaters. We had the ovens on and open. Plus there wasn't a good tv in that house, and I remember that my great aunt bought notepads and crayons and playing cards. That year in the Thanksgiving scrapbooks there was a wonderful little rhyme about our stay there: 
"The Tahiti has no heatie for Ben's feetie." 
Thanksgiving is broken into 3 major days. There's Wednesday when everyone first arrives and everyone gets a bit rowdy. We all converge that day around 3ish. Because everyone comes from different parts of the state or even out of state, we all show up at different times. There was a year where my family was at the house first, and waiting for everyone to arrive to get the holiday fest started. It was like I had ant's in my pants. I couldn't sit still and I remember getting sand spurs all up and down my pants running around the little beach yard. Once everyone is there, we all get out the snacks. Chips and dip, my dad's chicken bog, so much finger foods. My uncle also started the wonderful tradition of bringing oysters for an oyster roast. And all the older folks, ie, early twenties and up have drinks. Last year, I was unfortunately not there, but my uncle opened a bottle of Fireball Whiskey and threw away the cap. My family finished off that bottle in one night passing it around and drinking it from the bottle. Time goes by, and people go to bed for the night. 

Thanksgiving Wednesdays have always been my favorite day. That's why I'm doing ADIML on Wednesday. I'll have another post about the two other days in my gigantic family reunion for Thanksgiving in the next couple of weeks before I go, and I'm pretty much going to be live blogging the thing. 

Really quick question: What are your favorite Thanksgiving traditions? Do you go out with friends, or stay in with family? Let me know! 

1 comment:

  1. That must be an interesting Thanksgiving! I know I have a cousin who is vegetarian, and she always brings a super yummy pimento cheese recipe that she won't share. She also does a really mean pasta salad that I can't get enough of. But there is definately alcohol involved all trip.

    We try to watch the Parade if we can, but most of the time, ever since Nintendo came out with the Wii, we tend to have a Just Dance off.


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