Here in
the South, we don’t eat breakfast on Thanksgiving morning. Nope. We starve ourselves
so that we can make ourselves almost sick enjoying the most important meal of
the year: turkey, dressing and gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn pudding,
cranberry sauce, collards, green beans, jello, rolls, and pumpkin pie. If you’re
the cook, you have to get it right. A dry turkey can be forgiven, but the rest
must be ON POINT.
When I was
growing up, I looked forward to Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents’ house
because my grandmother was an excellent cook.
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1964 I wrote on the back of this photo: Grandma should not have walked in front of the camera. Left to right: Grandma Lucille Davis, Uncle Orvin Jr (Davis), Aunt "Scoop" Davis, just a sliver of cousin Barbara Davis, me with that fine perm, cousin Glenn Davis |
To this
day I still enjoy using her recipes, but surprisingly what skills I have at preparing
Thanksgiving food came NOT from her but from ladies at my church.
In the 1980s
and 90s, many of the churches hosted community Thanksgiving meals. At Cradock
United Methodist Church, the Methodist Women and Methodist Men were in charge
of our community dinner. We didn’t run out to a Cosco or Sam’s Club to purchase
pre-packaged entrees and salads; we cooked from scratch. I don’t remember how
many turkeys we roasted and carved in order to feed well over 200 people each
year.
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Some of the ladies in the Silver Anniversary Circle Front: Cookie Muter Back: Margaret Williams, Margaret Spruill, Sue ?, Frances Deyerle, Marian Garrett |
The
Silver Anniversary Circle, of which my sister and I were among the youngest
members, prepared all the sides.
Margaret Williams taught me how to make gravy.
Betty
Lewis and Margaret Spruill stood alongside me as we cut loaves of bread into
cubes for homemade croutons for the dressing – no bag of Pepperidge Farm turkey stuffing at
Cradock’s annual Thanksgiving Feast!
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I copied the recipe - I guess we made this recipe at least 4 times! For my family I have to reduce it, obviously. |
Measuring
sage. Mashing potatoes. Shuttling gravy boats to the buffet table. It was
always a flurry of activity in the kitchen at Cradock Church. And always
laughter.
I have
long forgotten the many casseroles and lemon meringue pies thoughtfully
prepared at home by proud cooks for the numerous fellowship dinners, but I
distinctly recall wonderful times spent in the kitchen with the men and women
who kept that church alive. I miss those days being in the kitchen with all those
wise women, those funny women, those crazy women.
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Always a big turnout for a dinner at Cradock UMC How did we ever get to our seats? |
I am glad that I have my Cradock cookbook with recipes and names to remind me of so many good
times in a church that once
was alive and well feeding its sheep in more ways than with a
church dinner.
Amy Johnson Crow continues to challenge genealogy
bloggers and non-bloggers alike to think about our ancestors and share a story
or photo about them. The challenge is “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.”
Wendy
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