Hi, Everyone!
It’s Friday, November 23, 2012, and I am still enjoying this experience known as “Thanksgiving in Memphis.”
Firstly, I just want to go on record and say that Great Aunt Donna still cannot hold a tune with both hands—hahahahaha! But then again, when it comes to gospel hymns, she can hold her own. Here’s how I know: I was helping her set the table, and she started humming “Hold To God’s Unchanging Hand.” I noticed that not one time did her voice crack, nor did she slide into a different key. Heck, I even joined in with some harmony. She looked at me and said, “Tasha, next time you talk to your Gramma Jewel, you tell her that I might not can sang, but I can damn sure hold my own.” I laughed and told her that I would relay the message to Gramma Jewel.
Gee, I wonder what Gramma Jewel’s rebuttal is gonna be… LOL!
I also want to point out that I had a great Thanksgiving Day with my Southern family. Great Aunt Reesie, Cousin Jade, and Cousin Erica came over to help celebrate, and Cousin Mike made a fried turkey—and it was delish. I may have had two and a half plates of food. I must’ve been some kinda hungry, because I ate it all and still had room for Great Aunt Reesie’s red velvet cake. Afterwards, I just threw my napkin on my plate and said that I quit. Heck, I was so full that I didn’t eat anything else the rest of the day. Thank God that Great Aunt Donna had some ginger ale stored out in the pantry.
I also got a chance to call Mom and Dad, both of whom were quick to tell me that Gramma Jewel invited Rebecca over. I even got to talk to Rebecca; I told her to keep my place warm until I returned. She said that she would do the best she could, and then she said that I was “the most fortunate girl in the world to have a grandmother like Vivian Jewel Jones.” Those were her exact words, and I thanked her for them.
Well, look now, y’all—I’m officially hungry, so I’m gonna make a homemade turkey, ham, and roast beef sandwich with mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and barbecue sauce. Afterwards, I owe Great Aunt Donna some stories about my first semester thus far at Rust. I also have to tell her how I had to—as Gramma Jewel would say—understand it to punk ass Richard… hahahahaha!
Until next time, y’all take care.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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