Tomorrow the torch will be passed to a new generation, at least in my family. Ever since the house in which we live was built 50 years ago, we have had Thanksgiving dinner around the house's big, round dining table. This year, we will give thanks for what we have at the home of a grandson and his wife, Ellen, at their home in Houston.
It is pleasing to be asked to make the cornbread dressing. The couple probably asked me to make the dressing to save my feelings over the loss of stamina to prepare the whole meal, but I am still thrilled to be asked.
I will ride to Houston for the event with my dressing in its traditional dish, in the back seat held by a seat belt.
Other family members will complete the rest of the meal, including my daughter's homemade yeast rolls which, like my dressing, are specifically requested at both Thanksgiving and Christmas. The new bride's family will be joining the Thanksgiving celebration including her own abuelas (grandmothers.)
I will ask about the possibility of bringing ambrosia, a traditional part of Thanksgiving in our home but I will not insist.
Our family is made up of traditionalists; we march lockstep through the same meal every year, but we love every detail and would faint if one thing was changed. This year, we must not faint.
The rules in the past dictate that the cranberry sauce must not be canned but made from fresh berries and must be served in an heirloom blue bowl inherited from my own mother.
This year, however, if it is served in a white bowl, I will keep silent.
We may need a little emotional support - having dinner at someone else' home - but we are truly looking forward to it (except for the 2 Chihuahuas dressed like pumpkins and Christmas trees.)
However, we are made of strong stuff and will carry on with tradition. We will soldier on through family arguments, bad health, old age, mishaps and mistakes. Besides, they will likely serve drinks before dinner and that will help. It always helps with the passing of a torch.
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