Thanksgiving Lessons from My Grandparents’ Farm

Posted by on Nov 21, 2013 in Historical Articles, My Grandparents' Farm | 5 comments

115824008Through the lace curtains at my kitchen window, I watch the first snowflakes—as big as goose feathers—fall from the gray November sky. Scents of cinnamon and pumpkin waft through the room when I open the oven, and when my eyes catch sight of the oil lamp on the cherry farmhouse table, my thoughts follow the curving lane to the old farmhouse where Alice and Ed, my maternal grandparents, raised their children during the Great Depression.

 

Although my parents moved hundreds of miles away after their marriage, my mother’s thoughts frequently traveled to her childhood home. She loved nothing better than to gather my siblings and me next to her as she told us about her childhood on the farm near Muncy, Pennsylvania—stories I treasured and passed on to my own little ones.

 

Mother spoke of a life filled with an abundance of indoor and outdoor chores and of nearby relatives who frequently stopped by on Sunday afternoons to visit.

 

When harsh winds rattled the shuttered windows and blew swirling snow across the barren fields, it was the kitchen that was the center of Mother’s family’s life, mostly because it was the only room in the house that was heated. Family and guests gathered there, the old single-pane windows covered with condensation as much from conversation as from the heat of the wood burning cook stove where a chicken roasted in the oven.

 

The old farmhouse, which originally belonged to Ed’s parents, had no electricity, indoor plumbing, or central heat. Bathtubs, toilets, and even a kitchen sink were non-existent. Things weren’t any better outside. Three Belgian work horses—Fred, Maude, and Prince—pulled the plow and heavy wagons. Faith and a person’s own strength and determination kept the farm going when the economy and adverse weather interfered. Although parents and children worked hard from early morning to evening, my mother’s stories were never ones of complaining.

 

The day before Thanksgiving, Grandma Alice bundled up against the raw wind, then killed and dressed well-fed turkeys for customers from town who had given their orders weeks in advance. Once the poultry orders were filled, Alice killed the turkey she would cook for her own family. After Grandpa Ed finished the outdoor chores, he opened the old dovetailed chest in the guest bedroom and pulled out his hunting clothes. After dinner, he sharpened his knife on a stone and cleaned his gun. The days immediately after Thanksgiving were hunting days and Ed needed to hunt game to help supplement his family’s food supply.

 

The Great Depression was in full force and money was scarce for my mother’s family. Mother often said that while she and her siblings were growing up, they never realized how primitively they lived on the farm. A person can’t miss what they don’t know, she explained.

 

Something inside my heart was soothed when Mother spoke of the contentment that was felt at the end of each day when the family gathered at the dinner table and her father thanked the Lord for His generous provisions. Grandpa Ed and Grandma Alice made it clear to their children that, but for the Lord’s benevolence, their harvests would be small and their needs large.

 

152027355

My grandparents have long since gone to be with the Lord, and their farm has changed hands several times since they sold it. But my mother’s stories taught me that when a family realizes that they’re dependent upon the Lord to provide for all of their needs—as well as their blessings—every day is thanksgiving day.

 

May your Thanksgiving Day be joyous, may you be surrounded by your loved ones, and may you give thanks and praise to the One who provides for your every need.

 

5 Comments

  1. Thank you so much, Cynthia and we wish you also a very blessed Thanksgiving. Many people have lots to be thankful for and many tell of all the things they are thankful for but after your experiences, I can only imagine the warm feelings you have just being inside your own home with your own family, your own cookware and stove, planning your meal and sharing it with your family. I recall the sadness just a few short years ago with all your things in storage and not being in your own home. For all of these things, I am thankful for you that God has brought you now to this place.

    I am also thankful for our good health this year, for relief from the rains and drought, a bountiful harvest and being together.

    What did I say “If God brings you to it, He will get you through it”? Was I right??

    • Marge, every single day is thanksgiving day for us. Every day I recognize that God blessed my husband with a job and provided a house for us- when, by the way a human being views things, neither should have happened. I try to work at intentionally recognizing the innumerable blessings that God has given to my family and me and continues to provide. We serve a magnificent God. May you and your family praise the Lord for his provisions as you gather together for this special day.

  2. I am praising God that you are able to use the wonderful gift that He has given you. Every message I read on “Soar with Eagles” makes me proud to know you. Thank you for sharing. Your stories take me back to a simpler time.

    • Oh, Connie, you have no idea how much your kinds words mean to me, sweet friend. They uplift and encourage me to keep writing – and to strive to better my craft. I wish you and your family a wonderful Thanksgiving, filled with praise for our generous God.

  3. Have a wonderful time with your family and enjoy being “back home” once again. Treasure this time-one has been blessed many times over with so much and such a special family. My love to you and your family.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This