November 14, 2023 at 1:46 p.m.
Getting ready for Thanksgiving
Diane Cameron, employee at Catholic Charities of the Albany Diocese, talks about how to navigate family gatherings during the holidays. (Unsplash photo)
Even though it’s been years since I had Thanksgiving with my own family, I still get nervous as this holiday approaches. When I was growing up November always brought a wave of panic. My mother wanted the house to be nicer than it was, so each year we were subjected to a frenzy of last-minute decorating on a shoestring budget.
By Kathy Schongar
As the colors of Autumn fade
and nights grow cooler
we celebrate with thankful hearts
the bounty of the season
and the blessings in our lives.
Thanksgiving Day brings
parades and football,
bonfires and Turkey-trots,
but it is foremost a family day.
Children wake wide-eyed
to the smell of pies cooling
on the counter and turkey roasting
with stuffing and sides.
Anticipation fills the air
as they await the arrival of loved ones!
Some gather at tables of sturdy oak
that have served six generations
and more than a hundred Thanksgivings.
Others feast at contemporary tables
of glass and chrome, shiny and sleek,
making new traditions.
Grateful for all we have,
we reverence the empty chair,
sure no love is ever lost.
We pray for those who have no table,
no food, no safe haven.
We pray for the healing of our planet
and the healing of broken souls
so that one day all across the globe
we can share God’s gifts to us in
On this Thanksgiving Day,
with an attitude of gratitude,
let us pray together as one,
offering in faith, the gift of hope.
Kathy Schongar is a parishioner at
St. Vincent de Paul in Albany.
One year she bought cases of caulking compound to remedy the drafty chill. We had that caulking goop for years and in the summer, we used the guns to play combat. Another year she decided to makeover the master bedroom. Her plan was to “tent” the bed in yards of gauzy fabric. But my mother didn’t know how to sew; she could picture the end result but not how to get there. We had that fabric for years. I made togas for Latin class, we wrapped gifts in it, and 10 years later, when my niece got married, we made shower decorations with the last of those pastel yard goods.
While my mother was decorating, my father cooked. He would stay up all night tending the bird. On Thanksgiving morning, the scent of baking pies was added to the aroma of roasting turkey, and that would combine with the odors of Spic and Span and dusting spray, as my mother furiously cleaned.
Tension ran high. We were shouted into baths and clean clothes. When the doorbell rang at noon, we smelled and looked good.
Aunt Junie always arrived first and brought her own pies. Yes, she knew my father was making the dessert — he did every year — but every year she brought her own pies and acted surprised. What can I say? She was his older sister. Sibling stuff doesn’t age out, it just gets played out in new ways.
Next was Aunt Martha, who pinched us — hard — on the cheek. We’d whine to our mother, and she would say, “Be nice to her, she doesn’t have any children,” as if that explained why she wanted to torture someone else’s.
Soon the house would be filled with people. The cousins went straight to chasing and teasing each other. We saw then, but only knew later, the significance of each cousin’s ways: The one who always stood back to watch is now the writer; the cousin who schmoozed with the adults became a politician, and the one who happily ran to get refills for the grownups — finishing off their drinks en route — is now a popular speaker on the recovery circuit.
Of course, we didn’t see the adult side of things. I didn’t know about the barbs my mother got about our old house from the aunt who “married better.” I didn’t know that this pain was the fuel for my mother’s decorating frenzy. I also didn’t know until later that the men sitting around the kitchen table were zinging their darts at my dad. He was the only one who had finished school and moved “upstairs” in the plant. Now I see why he had to excuse himself so often to “check on the turkey.”
Most of our families have a version of these scenes. On Thanksgiving we’ll be humming, “We gather together …,” but mothers will sigh over their daughter’s hair, the childless will offer parenting advice, and the uncle who has plenty will tell those who have none how they should invest their money. Old wounds will be given a good jab intentionally or not.
We come to this meal each year hoping for the holiday we remember from childhood. So, if the tension rises in your dining room just consider it a warm-up for the December holidays, and like a warning shot fired over our feelings, let’s be gentle with the people we sit down with on Thanksgiving.
Diane Cameron works at Catholic Charities of the Albany Diocese and lives in Guilderland. You can reach her at [email protected].