The day after Thanksgiving is the beginning of Winter with it’s two major holidays, Christmas and New Years. Or as I call them Credit Card MaxOut Month, and Fireworks Week.

This was a time to temporarily break up with a girlfriend and shouldn’t be confused with the time to temporarily break up with a girlfriend day in February, a first day of spring holiday, popularly called Valentines Day. The break up is a tricky situation to handle because while you want to be broke up during up to and including Christmas, you need to be able to reacquire the GF or acquire a new gf by New Years. GF being a semi permanent girlfriend while gf is used for a generic gf in which there is little emotional attachment. I cover the stages of relationships in a post that notes GF and mine.

Once again, there would be the usual feast on Christmas. Many of the ingredients would have been prepared before Thanksgiving and preserved for this upcoming meal. Our family never had a turkey at Thanksgiving until the arrival of GF. At Christmas, we would usually have a ham in addition to the chicken. As members of the church of Christ we didn’t celebrate Christmas because the Christ’s birthday is unknown. But we did recognize it as a day that Man had selected to celebrate his birth. So we would have a ham as we did at Easter to celebrate the birth of the Christ who would set aside the old laws.

The ham remains would be used as seasoning for the greens and black eye peas with the prettiest pieces used for sandwiches on New Years. The greens in our house were usually turnip greens with some root. The peas generally dried peas but sometimes pinkeyes frozen from the garden. Fried corn bread rounded out the meals. With the coming of GF, we went to collards. Happy wife semi happy life.



Fall is heavy on the air. Storms far off at sea bring heaviness to the air. The falling of the leaves add a subtle scent. A light frost usually comes sometime before Thanksgiving. On my calendar, Thanksgiving is the close of Fall. The day after is the beginning of Winter

The weeks after Halloween leading to Thanksgiving were a time of preparation during my childhood as my mother, aunts and grandmothers began the system that led to a feast. Cake layers were cooked and put in the freezer. Some cakes were finished and frozen. Chickens were cooked and the broth saved. My mother could get more meals from one small fryer than anyone I’ve ever known. Cornbread was prepared for the dressing. But the deserts, the heavenly deserts.

Now I won’t call my mother cheap, but I will tell you that she could pinch a penny into quarters, both geometrically and financially. She came by it honestly though being raised as the youngest of eight children on a north Alabama dirt farm that raised more children than crops. As a matter of family legend, an exceptionally good crop was what led the family to becoming Republicans when a FDR bureaucrat came by and told my grandfather that he had planted to much of a certain crop and had to plow it back into the field

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