A Turkey to Remember

Posted By on Nov 28, 2013 | 10 comments


thanksgiving sketch_Madison October 2013

Family Thanksgiving Sketch by Madison Hedegard (14)

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Guest Post by my daughter, Madison (14).

Perhaps one of my favorite things that I pride myself in doing this time of year is reminding mom of holidays past.  I might be the only child who jokingly teases mom about her bloopers. We have a few precious stories and I think this may be my favorite.

It all started when mom had gone to some super store while she dropped Ansley and me off at Saints for a time of sweaty flag football, volleyball, tennis, and other outdoor games (AKA: Homeschool PE). Meanwhile mom browsed around with Asher (5) and Sabal (2) in the shopping cart. Our relatives from mom’s side of the family were soon to be in town for Thanksgiving, so mom was stockpiling the food. (Grandma was sure to bring some goodies too.)

Now I want to tell you that the turkey mom picked out was the biggest she could find. I mean, it was massive; the thing weighed around 30 pounds.

I wish that was all true, but alas, I can neither confirm nor deny this. But, for the story’s sake, the turkey was a 30 pound whopper.

Ahem, so, after mom heaved the thing into a shopping cart and everything was paid and accounted for, she drove over to the Wellington Park to retrieve her two oldest children. I recall mom asking us to quickly get in the van—there were frozen items onboard. With a push of the button, both of the van doors automatically opened before us. I’m sure there was a hungry, fussy, and tired toddler in the car-seat too that added to the urgency for us to get home.

Ansley and I hopped in, seated for the 30 minute ride.

When we arrived at the little yellow house, we began to unpack. There were A LOT of groceries—a sizeable job for my sister and me. After we removed every bag, Mom asked, “Have you girls seen the turkey?”

 I can imagine looking at 7-year-old Ansley at this point, who shrugged her little shoulders and shook her dark, pig-tailed head no. I looked back at mom, “No, ma’am.”

“Can you look again? I can’t find it.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

 We dug through that van; we looked under the “secret” seat compartments to see if it was tucked underneath our feet. We found zilch.

 Back inside we marched and relayed the news to mom who was now very concerned.

“Can you please search the trunk?”

We did. Nothing.  We searched the kitchen and anywhere else frozen food might hide.

We never found that bird.

Mom concluded that while she was fetching us at PE that the open door was enough opportunity for the turkey to roll away.IMG_0683

Mom hoped that someone in need of a Thanksgiving meal must have found ours. Noble idea or not, mom still lost that frozen bird, and a story that classic was not going to be wasted. We still to this day razz her with the tale of the Turkey that got away.  I love mom; she plays along and we both end up giggling about the mishap. Besides, she knows better than anyone that I’ve got a few funny mistakes behind me too.

(One of which includes setting the tablescape on fire. The ironic thing was that the decorations consisted of logs. Go figure.)

I’m thankful for these recollections that I hold, no matter how many poor objects were destroyed in the making of the memory.

Sometimes, I just wonder if we’ll ever find a moldy/withered no-longer-30-pound-turkey in that “secret” seat compartment.

Until then, the turkey telling tradition continues.

10 Comments

  1. As I’m putting the finishing touches on our meal, I am still chuckling over this great post. So well written (love me them homeschoolers). Thanks for sharing. And in my “Thankfulness Bank” is Dabney…thanks for sharing your life and testimony.

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    • You are so sweet to leave a comment for my daughter. She loves telling this story!
      And thanks also for making my day with your “Thankfulness Bank” remark. :)

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  2. What a precious story and memory written by a precious girl! Happy Thanksgiving Hedegard’s! God bless you Madison for your wit and sweet heart! Great memories are more important than the lost 30 pounder! I sure wish I could lose 30 pounds that fast! :)

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    • That’s what I keep trying to tell her, Cheryl. :)

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  3. Madison!! Amazing post! You are a very entertaining writer! Loved it!! We go camping every thanksgiving and before we go my mom always reminds us that the things that “go wrong” are the things that make a trip memorable and, usually, funny later!

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    • I LOVE this perspective. I’m stealing her words of wisdom. Thanks for sharing!

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    • Thanks for your encouraging words!

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  4. Your story was so amusing and well written Maddie, good job! You’ll find someday when you are older that it is the memories of growing up you will think about most. Know you will have a ton of happy ones to look back on.

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    • Your Great Aunt Paula is the Anonymous above. Forget to post my name!

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