model70hunter
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We lived on a farm, raised most everything we ate, including the turkey. My mother was one of the best cooks in our part of the world, maybe the best. She worked a day job like Dad but cooking was her love and canning was her passion. She took lots of pride in her meals.
Mom's older sister was her and our favorite Aunt and person. She was the oldest child of 12 and was married, living in town and buying up and building rental houses for the military folk. Mom and her younger sisters lived in town with the oldest sister to go to high school. Mom loved her like a Mother in addition to a sister.
Every year Mom would have most of thanksgiving prepared in advance, the turkey we, read me, was picked and in the oven early.
Before we ate Mom insisted all of us load up and go Visit Aunt Gladys for Thanksgiving.
Mom also had the food on the table including the turkey covered with tin foil. When we got back it was a prayer and food for starved folks.
Mom did not allow our sisters barn cats nor our dogs in the house.
My little sister would sneak the cats in, take them to her room and dress them up in doll clothes, usually US Marshal Mom Matt Dillon caught her and the cats were put out in the yard.
There was a ham in the oven, so the first thing Mom did was jump out of the car to run in and check it. Dad, Bro, Sis and me were more leisurely in our walk to the house.
The front door was flung open, the hinges popped from the force. We looked at the noise and wondered what was going on.
A cat, her name was Fluffy a grey tabby came out of the door about waist high at warp speed, it was rotating like a chopper blade, it was squalling, hit the ground rolling and popped up running for it's life. With in seconds her orange Tom, Robes Pierre, came out the door, waist high, spinning like a gone wild chopper blade and he too made the same meoooow sound.
Mom had not yet made her presence.
Seconds later a turkey came flying out the door. It went about half way across the yard. My Dog Apache, was on it before it stopped rolling. Later I noticed he had eaten till his sides were pooched out like a pregnant cow.
Some other lesser food came out. God please do not let my candied yams come next. I guess god was busy because out the door they flew.
My sister was about 8, I could tell by her eyes she was thinking about packing and moving, quickly.
Well now what, who wanted to be the first in the door to meet the other Khan, the one who could stomp Gengis.
We eased up and looked in, Mom was sort of beet red, like those natural blondes can get under duress.
My Sister clung to Dad who always coddled her and called her Little Miss Muffet which my Bro and I could say differently and get under her skin.
Mom was red and quiet, Dad started by saying we coulda cut the cat ate parts off, Mom gave him the weld half inch boiler plate look and he shut up.
My Sister reverted to the tears trick and said she forgot them, Mom called her on it and said you left them in because I was watching you and hurrying you to get your coat on. THEY WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!
The Ham and mashed taters saved the day. It was a quiet meal
one with out the usual high speed whir of cutlery and occasional compliments to the cook.
Dad stepped in and Saved our Sister from the gallows. Mom did say if she ever caught the cats in the house again she'd snap their necks like a twig. They were never brought in again.
Fluffy died of old age. Robes Pierre had some good luck then a bad day.
Next year he came up missing, sis blamed bro and I for this. Nope was not us. he was gone for about a week, then I remembered he followed Dad and I to the root cellar when we took a wash tub of canned goods to it. I went and checked, there he was , too weak to walk, I carried him to the house, gave him water and a couple of those 10 for 99 cents IGA cat food cans. He came around and she was happy.
My Brother traded for a Red Bone she coon dog. She could not be kept in a pen, dig out or crawl over the top.
One day I was cutting across the back yard and saw an orange tail. Just a tail. the Red Bone was running around looking well fed.
I told my Brother and we never told Sis about the tail. A few years later after Fluffy passed Bro found a give away littler of cats and picked out the cutest one, brought it home and gave it to her. She thought he was the best brother ever. He felt better.
A person once asked me if I thought Cats could fly. I said yes, but only half way across the yard.
I hope you all have a nice Thanksgiving and watch the cats around the Turkey.
Mom's older sister was her and our favorite Aunt and person. She was the oldest child of 12 and was married, living in town and buying up and building rental houses for the military folk. Mom and her younger sisters lived in town with the oldest sister to go to high school. Mom loved her like a Mother in addition to a sister.
Every year Mom would have most of thanksgiving prepared in advance, the turkey we, read me, was picked and in the oven early.
Before we ate Mom insisted all of us load up and go Visit Aunt Gladys for Thanksgiving.
Mom also had the food on the table including the turkey covered with tin foil. When we got back it was a prayer and food for starved folks.
Mom did not allow our sisters barn cats nor our dogs in the house.
My little sister would sneak the cats in, take them to her room and dress them up in doll clothes, usually US Marshal Mom Matt Dillon caught her and the cats were put out in the yard.
There was a ham in the oven, so the first thing Mom did was jump out of the car to run in and check it. Dad, Bro, Sis and me were more leisurely in our walk to the house.
The front door was flung open, the hinges popped from the force. We looked at the noise and wondered what was going on.
A cat, her name was Fluffy a grey tabby came out of the door about waist high at warp speed, it was rotating like a chopper blade, it was squalling, hit the ground rolling and popped up running for it's life. With in seconds her orange Tom, Robes Pierre, came out the door, waist high, spinning like a gone wild chopper blade and he too made the same meoooow sound.
Mom had not yet made her presence.
Seconds later a turkey came flying out the door. It went about half way across the yard. My Dog Apache, was on it before it stopped rolling. Later I noticed he had eaten till his sides were pooched out like a pregnant cow.
Some other lesser food came out. God please do not let my candied yams come next. I guess god was busy because out the door they flew.
My sister was about 8, I could tell by her eyes she was thinking about packing and moving, quickly.
Well now what, who wanted to be the first in the door to meet the other Khan, the one who could stomp Gengis.
We eased up and looked in, Mom was sort of beet red, like those natural blondes can get under duress.
My Sister clung to Dad who always coddled her and called her Little Miss Muffet which my Bro and I could say differently and get under her skin.
Mom was red and quiet, Dad started by saying we coulda cut the cat ate parts off, Mom gave him the weld half inch boiler plate look and he shut up.
My Sister reverted to the tears trick and said she forgot them, Mom called her on it and said you left them in because I was watching you and hurrying you to get your coat on. THEY WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!
The Ham and mashed taters saved the day. It was a quiet meal
one with out the usual high speed whir of cutlery and occasional compliments to the cook.
Dad stepped in and Saved our Sister from the gallows. Mom did say if she ever caught the cats in the house again she'd snap their necks like a twig. They were never brought in again.
Fluffy died of old age. Robes Pierre had some good luck then a bad day.
Next year he came up missing, sis blamed bro and I for this. Nope was not us. he was gone for about a week, then I remembered he followed Dad and I to the root cellar when we took a wash tub of canned goods to it. I went and checked, there he was , too weak to walk, I carried him to the house, gave him water and a couple of those 10 for 99 cents IGA cat food cans. He came around and she was happy.
My Brother traded for a Red Bone she coon dog. She could not be kept in a pen, dig out or crawl over the top.
One day I was cutting across the back yard and saw an orange tail. Just a tail. the Red Bone was running around looking well fed.
I told my Brother and we never told Sis about the tail. A few years later after Fluffy passed Bro found a give away littler of cats and picked out the cutest one, brought it home and gave it to her. She thought he was the best brother ever. He felt better.
A person once asked me if I thought Cats could fly. I said yes, but only half way across the yard.
I hope you all have a nice Thanksgiving and watch the cats around the Turkey.
