no matter where we spend thanksgiving, my family always prepares a full blown traditional meal at our home to have when we return. every year i make my grandmother's Irish potato sage butter dressing. one for us and one to take. it never fails when i start to peel the memories start to flood my mind. for me thanksgiving brings great life lessons. it is about giving thanks. go to the poor and you will find God~ St. Vincent de Paul. that is just what my grandfather would do. he was a small man with a giant heart. we would gather food and take to so many doorsteps. what i truly remember about these moments was his silence. he would quietly gather the goods not telling anyone the purpose. we would spend hours driving around and when done we would return to our family without a word of the good deeds. i wanted everyone to know what my grandfather and i had done. but he sat eating turkey as if nothing great had transpired. this was my first thanksgiving without my two daughters. that was hard. but you can not know what you have if you have nothing to compare it to. i knew they would see how others celebrated and next year they will bring in a new recipe. one experienced a Mexican Thanksgiving day. not a turkey in site but lots of homemade fair. she called so excited when they too had delivered food to a very poor school where one of the family teaches. my other daughter calls from her friends home in the same neighborhood where we lived when she was born. the next day she calls from the street that is her namesake. change and growth are hard but when you have foundation and tradition the ground will shake under your feet. and then... there are some things you never want to repeat. we do have some hunters in the family but mostly just gatherers. my dad is not a hunting man. never had a firearm in his house. he is an extreme gardener and loves day lilies. well the squirrels have descended and he is obsessed like chevy chase in caddyshack with the gofer. no explosives just a pellet gun. well it is something like dad 2 squirrels 22. while mom is cooking or going to church, not sure where mom was but there are no witnesses to this deed. HMMM come to think there is no evidence. that is a good thing as what i tell is an act against a bird on the protected migratory list, with up to a $10,000 fine. this was no turkey and we will not make this a tradition. dad was trying to scare a bird from the pond and accidentally shot a beautiful blue heron. he experienced a little guilt, my dad not the bird. but he recovered and ate the turkey not the heron. humility and charity are the two master chords one the lowest one the highest. on these all others are dependent. ~St. Vincent De Paul. the foundation and the roof. this is what i am most grateful to have been given. live a life of justice,temperance,fortitude and prudence.