Thanksgiving Traditions /
While at my grandmother's in Long Island this week, I undertook the annual Post-Thanksgiving Perusing of Photos with gusto. There's nothing better when stuffed with turkey than losing yourself in a pile of ancient Polariods, I always say. Looking through old photographs is especially cathartic when there's a recurring theme to hunt for in the mass of uncategorized prints that fill the sideboard -- and in this case, it's a classic: Various family members standing in front of the same, fading, old-timey paper turkey on Thanksgiving day.When I was seven, I thought that posing with turkey was cute and fun. When I was 17, it was hard to find the time in between painting my nails and teasing my bangs. At 23, my boyfriend and I posed with my adorable cousin and I bristled when people commented how we "made a nice little family" and when would we be getting married anyway? Nowadays I deeply appreciate the tradition of the turkey, which signifies warm comforting things like continuity and kindness and people who love you no matter what. Here are a few photos from the stash:
Me and Bryan, current day. No, that's not a velour sweater.
1994 -- me, Bryan, cousin Rebecca. 1988 -- me and Daniel with Uncle Arthur and Stephanie, parents of Rebecca (and Rachel, who came later.)
Daniel in 1984. Not yet Smooth.
Us with our beloved grandparents in 1977. The plaid, the plaid!
Sadly grandma was unable to locate an old rubber-banded group of pics she claims is marked "precious," so instead of an early-day turkey pic, I had to sub in a group shot from 1977. It's a great photo anyway, isn't it?
I'm thankful to be home for the holidays.
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