Back Row: Grandpa Jeff McWilliams, my Uncle Terry McWilliams with Iggy, Grandma Flo (Florence) McWilliams, my Mom (Joan McWilliams Johnson). Front row: my Aunt Mary Ann McWilliams Suppes, my Uncle Mike McWilliams and my Uncle Larry McWilliams
While this blog is about my adventures and escapades with my nephews and nieces, I have wonderful memories of my own aunts and uncles and how special each of them were to me growing up and how they are still very much-loved and respected. I could go on and on about my experiences as a niece with each of them, but there are too many special stories with each to cover them all in just one post.
Suffice to say that on the occasion of this week being Thanksgiving, I’m thinking about them and of all the wonderful times we had over the years on the holidays, especially when Grandma Flo was still alive.
Mom and I were talking the other day about the Thanksgiving memories we have made for Nick, Katie, Ian and Elyse. I hope that when they get older and have their own families, and we quit having Thanksgiving day together, they’ll remember the aroma of the freshly basted turkey in the oven, the taste of the cranberry-water chestnut dressing my Mom makes, the elegant table that we set using either Mom’s exquisite Haviland china or my simple but elegant Fitz & Floyd china. And what’s special is that all four of my nephews and nieces will be here together along with my sister, my brothers, my sister-in-laws and now my nephew-in-law.
One of my fondest Thanksgiving memories when I was a little girl and a niece was when we would go to Eskridge, Kansas to either my Uncle Mac’s (McWilliams) house/farm or my Aunt Pansy’s. They were the brother and sister of my Grandpa Jeff (McWilliams). They also had another brother Frank, who was the oldest. The four of them would alternate having the McWilliams’ Thanksgiving either in Lawrence, KS at my Grandma and Grandpa’s or as I mentioned in Eskridge.
My Uncle "Mac" McWilliams (my Grandpa Jeff's brother) on Thanksgiving in Eskridge, Kansas (circa 1960ish)
I remember one year when Thanksgiving dinner was at my Uncle Mac’s (probably around 1960-61) and I was six or seven years old. As we got out of the car, he came out of the house dressed as a pilgrim! He made it so much fun and created so many memories. He and his wife Aunt Jessie lived on this sweet little farm. I believe they had 100 or more acres of corn, but they also had an enormous vegetable garden, and beautiful fruit trees – apple, apricot and plums.
Before dinner. all the cousins would go outside and play – either touch football for the older kids, hide n’ seek for the little kids. I would drift away from both groups and head for the barn because I would see kittens scampering around the entrance chasing each other and chasing their own tails. Uncle Mac saw me watching the kittens and he teased that “you can have as many as you can catch!”
Of course that was impossible as they were wild barnyard cats there to keep the mice out of the barn. I would wait and wait until they would tucker out and fall asleep, then I would tip-toe up to the littlest grey one and quickly pick it up. I was greeted with a horrifying hiss from the ungrateful little demon of a cat who also stuck its razor-sharp claws into my hand.
I would quickly drop it and run back into the house where either my Mom, my Grandma or Aunt Jessie would wash the scratch, apply the orange mercurochrome antiseptic (no longer sold in the U.S. due to its high mercury content!) and put a band-aid on it. I did this each time Thanksgiving was at Uncle Mac’s and never did catch one of those barn cats!
When Thanksgiving was at Aunt Pansy’s it was a feast to end all feasts! She was an awesome cook and always roasted several turkeys, her dressing was just plain yummy, she had pickled her own beets for the relish tray, had made home-made corn relish, had several bowls of different kinds of vegetables cooked to perfection. And the pies! Pumpkin, pecan, chocolate meringue, cherry, blackberry, blueberry, apple and more. And of course she had fresh cream which she let me help her whip to perfection right before serving with the pie.
I remember that when everyone sat down to eat, I’d get to sit in the living room versus out in the kitchen with the rest of the kids. Most of the adults were around the dining room table, and Aunt Pansy, my Grandma, Aunt Mary Ann and my Mom and several of my Mom’s cousins sat around the living room on the couch or in easy chairs holding their plates on their laps. I’d sit on the piano bench next to the chair where my Grandma sat and felt very special as the only kid in the room with the adults. Aunt Pansy and Grandma reminded me of two beautiful and charming matriarchs holding court and I enjoyed listening to the conversation, jokes, gossip and more.
These Thanksgiving trips to Eskridge ended in the late ’60s after my Grandpa Jeff died and then later when my Uncle Mac passed away. But I still think of them fondly and the memories inspire me to create Thanksgiving memories for my nephews and nieces.
To this day, we continue to say the McWilliams Family Grace on Thanksgiving Day that we said together back then, and which goes way back when my Grandpa Jeff was a little boy:
The McWilliams Family Grace
Oh God!
We ask thy divine blessing,
for all those gathered around this table.
And for the food which is now before us.
May we partake of it in a manner acceptable to thy sight,
May you go with us through the journey of life,
And in the end save us in Heaven.
Amen!
Happy Thanksgiving – create some memories with your family on this day!
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