There are sooooo many memories, but one of my favorite memories actually revolves around some not so fun (at the time) events.
This memory has different perceptions on the root cause of the issue, but the end event is what I remember most and cherish. 😀 I was super young so I’m sure I’ve forgotten a few things. Thanksgiving was going to be at our house. Lots of prep was going on in our tiny kitchen. The table was set. The appetizers were arranged in the living room. The turkey was basting perfectly. The side dishes were baking and steaming. Desserts were ready. The grandparents, aunts and uncles were all on their way. AND then the unimaginable happened – the garbage disposal backed up! Not your every day back up, but the oozy black sludge kind that won’t go away! The kind that prevents you from using the kitchen sink until a plumber arrives. This was also before cell phones so there was no way to stop the travelers from first arriving at our house. Many were coming from long distances.
My grandparents only lived 3 blocks away. The decision was made to move the day to their house, but ALL the food was at our house. Ultimately, my grandfather brought over their station wagon and laid all the seats flat (one of the better features of an old Chevy tank). My dad put down a blanket and my uncle and I climbed in. All the food was then arranged around us so we could try and stabilize it on the ride over to grams and gramps.
I don’t remember now if anything was too cold or even too warm, but I do remember that in the end we still had a fun Thanksgiving at grams and gramps house with the whole family and there was a HUGE mess to clean up the next day at our house 😀