FAMILY AND THANKFULNESS OUR THANKSGIVING TRADITION
As I’ve mentioned in the past, I grew up in a house whose yard ran right to the Delaware River. It was an ideal place for family gatherings big and small, so naturally, every year, my parents would be the ones to host Thanksgiving dinner. It wasn’t as big as our Fourth of July celebrations, but having a tightknit group of extended family over to play football and share stories around the dinner table was a special experience. My immediate family was lucky because we never had to travel anywhere. While our relatives braved Thanksgiving traffic, my siblings and I just relaxed. We only realized how good we had it when we became adults ourselves. You see, my mom continued to host Thanksgiving after all her kids were out of the house. Even after we’d gone to college and had our own careers in different states, the fourth Thursday in November was where our mother drew the line: We were coming home to visit — no ifs, ands, or buts. Even when my brother had his own family, they were all expected to make it back to the house in Pennsylvania for that special day. Eventually, that house would be filled with the next generation, as we all brought our families over for the holiday. In fact, it became quite the full house, rivaling the Fourth of July parties from my childhood. I didn’t mind the commute, though. Unlike when I was a kid, my daughters
got the entire week off for Thanksgiving, which made for a perfect vacation. Some years, our family would go to New York first to enjoy the city’s seasonal decorations, and then make the drive down to Pennsylvania on Wednesday. After my father passed away, my mom eventually remarried, which added a new group of in-laws to the mix. At these enormous gatherings, the families maintained the peace. The only real arguments to be had were about who would get to host next year. When my family and I moved out here to San Diego, our house became a desirable Thanksgiving location. Our East Coast family relished the opportunity to enjoy some California sunshine over the holidays.
the early gatherings at my parents’ house. Our gatherings may be far away from the Delaware River, but I’m glad this family tradition continues today. I’m sure many of our readers will be celebrating Thanksgiving traditions of their own this month. Whether you host or travel, partake in an old tradition or start a new one, I’d like to close by saying just how grateful we are to you. Because of your trust and support, we’ve been able to grow our firm organically, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re proud to be a part of this amazing community here in San Diego and are humbled by the great praise and referrals we receive from those we’ve represented. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to raise my family in this incredible town, let alone host a Thanksgiving dinner. So rest assured, this year, I’m raising a toast to you. Thank you.
“EVEN AFTER WE’D GONE TO COLLEGE AND HAD OUR OWN CAREERS IN DIFFERENT STATES, THE FOURTH THURSDAY IN NOVEMBER WAS WHERE OUR MOTHER DREW THE LINE”
Just as new additions come into the family, so others eventually pass on. My mother passed away nine years ago, and I became the de facto host for the annual Thanksgiving gathering.
At the time of writing this, my aunt passed away. Now I’m the last original member from
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