Blast from the past
Thanksgiving is an interesting time of year for me. When I was younger, I remember Thanksgiving being an all day excursion. The first stop was always to my grandparents' house on my dad's side in the early afternoon to join that branch of the family in their crowded half double. Every year it was always the same: from outside I would walk down a short path crossing the front lawn where I would climb a few concrete steps to the porch and finally into the house. There I would begin to work my way through the house, slews of people scattered about in every room, and I would pass through the crowded kitchen, fill a plate, and find a spot to settle in for an afternoon of football, family, and of course, food.
A few hours later, I would find myself stuffed, my stomach an overinflated balloon, and after many goodbyes I was finally ready to continue my day's journey.
The second stop consisted of similar traditions, except this time it was my grandmother's house on my mom's side; a smallish, red ranch home atop numerous acres of farmland where everyone would fill the living room with tables, chairs and benches and then settle in for food , family, and watching the remainder of the day's big game.
But as the saying goes, time changes everything, and after experiencing the passing of three of four grandparents and one uncle, not to mention the plethora of births, marriages, and divorces that have happened over the years, yeah, I'd say a lot has changed. For instance, that smallish, red ranch home is no longer a place that can be filled with laughter, where siblings, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents could gather and put aside all differences, if only for a day. As far as the old half double is concerned, it is slowly becoming a place lesser and lesser associated with holidays. All I know is that I will (and already do) miss those times.
No one knows exactly why things change, but in most situations the changes we experience are inevitable, so the best we can do is hope and strive for the best of all possible outcomes in this, our best of all possible worlds.
(there is a sigh.)
Moving on.
Just in time for the day for the giving of thanks my band ChikënFist released our first cover song yesterday called 'Killer Tofu'; a song featured on the famous cartoon series Doug which originally aired on Nickelodeon in the 1990s. Just a little gift from us to you as we swing into the holiday season this year. To listen to/download our newest release, visit our Facebook page at www.facebook.com/chikenfist and be sure to 'like' us!
P.S. - expect an EP release from us very soon; just in time for the holidays!
Tomorrow is black Friday and my first performance at Christkindlmarkt, fingers crossed! I have a short set list, comprised of a combination of Christmas standards and showtunes, AND I'll be selling brand new merch, so please stop by and help support a local artist!
**This is my first full post using the Blogger app on my new Samsung Exhibit II (tweaked via the interwebs).**
One for love. Love for all.
Vince
Thanksgiving is an interesting time of year for me. When I was younger, I remember Thanksgiving being an all day excursion. The first stop was always to my grandparents' house on my dad's side in the early afternoon to join that branch of the family in their crowded half double. Every year it was always the same: from outside I would walk down a short path crossing the front lawn where I would climb a few concrete steps to the porch and finally into the house. There I would begin to work my way through the house, slews of people scattered about in every room, and I would pass through the crowded kitchen, fill a plate, and find a spot to settle in for an afternoon of football, family, and of course, food.
A few hours later, I would find myself stuffed, my stomach an overinflated balloon, and after many goodbyes I was finally ready to continue my day's journey.
The second stop consisted of similar traditions, except this time it was my grandmother's house on my mom's side; a smallish, red ranch home atop numerous acres of farmland where everyone would fill the living room with tables, chairs and benches and then settle in for food , family, and watching the remainder of the day's big game.
But as the saying goes, time changes everything, and after experiencing the passing of three of four grandparents and one uncle, not to mention the plethora of births, marriages, and divorces that have happened over the years, yeah, I'd say a lot has changed. For instance, that smallish, red ranch home is no longer a place that can be filled with laughter, where siblings, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents could gather and put aside all differences, if only for a day. As far as the old half double is concerned, it is slowly becoming a place lesser and lesser associated with holidays. All I know is that I will (and already do) miss those times.
No one knows exactly why things change, but in most situations the changes we experience are inevitable, so the best we can do is hope and strive for the best of all possible outcomes in this, our best of all possible worlds.
(there is a sigh.)
Moving on.
Just in time for the day for the giving of thanks my band ChikënFist released our first cover song yesterday called 'Killer Tofu'; a song featured on the famous cartoon series Doug which originally aired on Nickelodeon in the 1990s. Just a little gift from us to you as we swing into the holiday season this year. To listen to/download our newest release, visit our Facebook page at www.facebook.com/chikenfist and be sure to 'like' us! P.S. - expect an EP release from us very soon; just in time for the holidays!
Tomorrow is black Friday and my first performance at Christkindlmarkt, fingers crossed! I have a short set list, comprised of a combination of Christmas standards and showtunes, AND I'll be selling brand new merch, so please stop by and help support a local artist!**This is my first full post using the Blogger app on my new Samsung Exhibit II (tweaked via the interwebs).**
One for love. Love for all.
Vince
