Count your blessings, name them one by one...
“For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
We have survived another Thanksgiving. Actually, Thanksgiving was pretty much wonderful. We spent a week or so in Texas with our
daughter, Crissy, her husband, Chris, and their two little girls, Jessie and Emily, who are very exciting ladies. Jessie celebrated her 8th birthday with a party at Chuck E. Cheese, and Emily was astonishingly good, considering she’s 5, about
the fact that Jessie got presents and she didn’t.
We shopped, went out to lunch, took everybody to see The Good Dinosaur, which made everyone over the
age of 8, cry. Crissy and I managed to sneak off and see the current Hunger Games movie, Mockingjay Part II, which was riveting.
Went to church at Crissy’s
fabulous church, First Baptist Church of Wylie, and never got rained on once. John, Crissy and Emily participated in the Wally W. Watkins Elementary School Turkey Trot and Jessie, who had come down with a galloping case of hand-foot-mouth disease, stayed home
with Chris and me.
I’m sure you’ve figured out that I’m counting blessings, naming them one by one. Blessings are small things. They very seldom arrive
on a pink unicorn with glitter being tossed about. Blessings are a shared moment you didn’t think would happen, like Mockingjay; or Emily waiting outside our bedroom door every morning, “I want sausage, Grandma!!”
A blessing is a lovely Thanksgiving meal at Crissy’s in-laws, Mike and Dianne Brown’s, house where we held hands around the center
island where all the food was waiting and said what we were thankful for; pretty much what you’d expect: health, family, except Chris who was thankful for bedtime. We ate too much, enjoyed some champagne, the Dallas Cowboys lost later that evening after
we had realized that one more bite of anything would be dangerous and packed it all away. The picture is Dianne Brown, Crissy and me.
your many blessings, see what God has done.”
Everybody has some sort of Jell-O salad with their Thanksgiving dinner and here’s mine, given to me more
than fifty years ago by my Aunt Helen, who was the gift and jewelry buyer for long-departed I. Magnin’s Department Store. She has been gone for quite a while now, but she lives on for me and our family whenever we make:
Helen’s Green Jell-O Salad
Regular size package lime Jell-O
2 cups boiling water
24 oz. can crushed pineapple
1 Tbs. lemon juice
2 cups miniature marshmallows
1 8-oz container whipping cream, whipped till
it’s nice and thick, or the equivalent amount of Cool Whip
Put the Jell-O into whatever dish you plan to serve it in. Drain the pineapple juice into the Jell-O
but not the pineapple, add the marshmallows, the 2 cups boiling water, the lemon juice and stir till the Jell-O is completely melted. Refrigerate. Keep a close eye on it as you don’t want it to jell completely, just till it’s starting to get firm.
Add the pineapple and whipped cream, mix well to be sure all the Jell-O is off the bottom and mixed in. Refrigerate until totally firm. You can add nuts, walnuts or pecans, but only if you’re sure that everyone who is going to eat this likes nuts. Otherwise,
you have to clench your teeth while the non-nut eaters carefully pick each and every nut out and set them on another plate. You can double this with complete impunity and great success.
My Aunt Helen, who never had children of her own, loved me dearly, sat on the floor with a shaded light and read Winnie the Pooh to me when I had a really serious case of measles; sewed doll clothes for me on her treadle Singer sewing
machine, helped me write and memorize a long report on Victoria Falls when I was in third grade, just to name a few, and was a blessing to me all her life.
“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.” Ps. 107:1