Guest Post: My Thanksgiving
November 30, 2011 § 11 Comments
Rose’s Note of Introduction:
My little sister, Genevieve, is going to be doing some guest blogging for me! Interspersed with my mindless posting will be her delightful insights, observations, and commentary on many various subjects!
A little background: Gen is 10 years old, the youngest of the 8 children in my family, and my mother’s baby. We sometimes call her the Grand Finale. She attends cyber school from home, and loves playing computer games, reading (a girl after my own heart), and playing in the woods at her friends’ house. She is also my god-daughter. She has a wonderful voice in her writing already. I’m all for encouraging young writers/readers, so the other night when Gen was moping around the house in a fit of boredom, I told her to write something for my blog. She has written several short stories already and I think her “writing voice” is genuine, simple, and downright hilarious at times. She has an interesting blend of childlike humor and older wit. I think it comes from growing up surrounded by older siblings. But I might write more on that later.
Without further ado, here is her first entry!
Thanksgiving is a special holiday for me. I get to see my mom make pies, moan loudly about her pie crusts, and see Rose think she makes everything perfect. There is sometimes when she does, then the others she is praising herself, she thinks her egg and cream were mixed together by the hand of… I don’t know… Sidney Crosby? Then, I look into the bowl and see globs of egg yolk mixed with cream. But I stay quiet, walk out of the steaming hot kitchen and shake my head and cackle at her funny behavior.
My family says for me to come and help them decorate, I do. I want all this turkey and corn and more turkey to surround a beautiful decoration. Then when all the guests arrive and help cook the last foods, I follow Danny around where Rose urges him to go. I make fun of Rose with him when she spills cocoa off the tiramisu. “Rose, you need to get the cocoa on the tiramisu.” I said, joking of course. She looks at me holding back her laughter, “You’re mean!” she says to me and Danny.
At last, she stops making Danny watch her mess up… I mean do a wonderful job on her desserts. Finally, we say grace and start to eat. I get LOTS of gravy and corn, and then I get turkey to be with the gravy, oh, can’t forget those wonderful mashed potatoes! Lastly, I’m stuffed and sit down on the chair, I’m acting as lazy as my cat Pia. The day ends quickly; I’m left at the house doing my computer business.
Thanksgiving is great, lots of friends, jokes, food, jokes about the food, and jokes about the maker of the food. I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving is great like mine.