Monast Law Office - November 2018

Workers’ COMPanion


November 2018 | 614-334-4649 | 5000 Arlington Centre Blvd. Bldg 2, Suite 2117, Upper Arlington, OH 43220-2913



G rowing up as a young kid in Joplin, Missouri, Thanksgiving was always a big deal to my family. My momwas raised on a farm and would already be out of bed and toiling away in the kitchen in the wee hours before the sun even barely began to

There was always goofy stuff going on. One year, Sheila forgot the gravy ladle, so she just bent an ordinary tablespoon. Throughout the day, we’d keep one eye on the Packers/ Cowboys game. When the feast was done, my nieces and nephews and I would stamp

rise. I’ll never forget the feeling of lazily waking up on the morning of the holiday to the smell of a bird in the oven, permeating every inch of the house. By the time I was rubbing the sleep frommy eyes, she was well into the feast’s preparation— she often started at 4 a.m. I would always make my way into the living room, still in my PJs, to plop down in front of the TV for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Back then, there were only three channels on the tube. My memory may be faulty, but it seems to me all of them broadcast only the parade all morning long. That wasn’t a problem, because there was nothing else I’d rather be doing on those cool, crisp days off school, heading toward Christmas. whenever you gather with loved ones. When I was younger and my siblings all lived nearby, my brother Bryce and his wife, Sheila, would be there, with my niece Kobi and nephew Chad in tow, as would my sister Kathy, her husband, Buddy, their boys, and my oldest brother, Allen, and his family. It would be a gathering of 16 or more people, all coming together to break bread and just enjoy one another’s company. Later on, in high school and after we moved to Ohio, my good buddy Eric Dougherty would usually make an appearance, just one more stop on his four-meal Thanksgiving circuit around town. Family and friends would filter in before noon, bringing with themmore food and that warm feeling that comes

out into the rain or muddy frost and play a little football ourselves, burning calories to make room for Round 2 with the turkey. I always felt blessed to have a family whose Thanksgiving centered on community rather than hidden, passive-aggressive conflicts or loud political arguments. Inevitably, conversation would turn to funny stories of our shared pasts, and we’d all laugh together. Even later, after my oldest brother, Allen, died in a car accident, or when my mother was ill and in the hospital, our gatherings never became sad. We were just thankful for one another, and we tried to spread that spirit in whatever way we could. If someone we loved was going through a tough time or had to work on Thanksgiving Day, we’d send them a care package of food and a note to offer some token of support. Those Thanksgivings are some of the happiest memories frommy childhood—well, except for the time around the heyday of the hippies when I ate so many“flower-flavored”Pez candies I got sick as a dog! What else is the holiday for other than getting together with the people we care about and eating until the couch looks very inviting? Here’s hoping you and yours get your fill and then some this November, and that you find peace alongside your family. Blessings to you and happy Thanksgiving!

–Jim Monast

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