Thanksgiving is among my favorite days of the year. It has, since my earliest memories, been a time of special familygatherings. I remember sitting around the table at the Jewell’swhile my mom and my Aunt Doris put on a feast. We usually sat downstairs because it was the only room and the only table (pool table with a wood cover) big enough to allow us all to sit together. My grown brothers would come home from college or from where they were living to join us for the traditional family celebration. It was a wonderful time. All the usual ingredients were on the table. I learned to love the taste of turkey and mashed potatoes, but I never warmed up to cranberry sauce. Still, no matter what your taste buds would tolerate, there was always plenty to eat…and then some. In themidst of all of that, we always took time to share our blessings with each other and thank God. Chief among them was ourhuman and our spiritual families. The world hadn’t yet figuredout how to spoil this holiday (and they still don’t know quitewhat to make of it), but for us, it was a wonderful time. I trustyou have similar memories of blessing…and that you’ve beenmaking new ones, even this weekend.