We enjoyed Thanksgiving and Christmas lunches usually
with my paternal grandparents who lived only a few miles from our farm home.
Their tiny house bulged with my extended Gates family members. Before my family
arrived for lunch, the hunters in the Gates family had already been out for
many hours. Often cousins matched up against each other for a fun game of
football or outdoor activity to work off all the turkey, dressing, and outrageously high-caloric desserts.
Professional football games blared from Grandma’s small television with over a
half-dozen pairs of eyes trained on the tiny screen. The family storytelling
appealed to me most. After several hours of mesmerized listening to stories I’d
heard many times, sprinkled with frequent chuckles, my family said our good-byes
and traveled east a few miles to Aunt Daisy’s home.
Daisy Rainey Rice with Wanda Rice Nix, her oldest granddaughter. |
Great-aunt Daisy Rainey Rice was the oldest sister of
my grandma. We enjoyed the evening meal at Aunt Daisy’s home with my maternal
grandparents.Since my mother was an
only child, her parents celebrated the entire day with Aunt Daisy’s family.
Many of Aunt Daisy’s children, her grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were there. The farmhouse shook with the
spirited conversation and cheerful laughter.
Bernadean Gates, Ruby Martin Rice, Vickie Rice Cabell, and Dean Rice Littlestar |
Aunt Daisy’s son, Elmer Rice, and my grandfather,
Calvin, instigated a lively discussion of politics whether it was an
election year or not. As one can imagine, the two of them agreed on most
issues.
Wanda Rice Nix, Calvin Callcayah Smith, my maternal grandfather, Virgil Rice, the youngest son of Daisy Rainey Rice, and Edmund Gates, Jr., my father. |
Recently, a relative reminded me that she received a warning
that my grandma, Gladys, was coming. Grandma engaged a person in a religious
discussion; actually, she required an accounting of how the person’s
relationship with Jesus was. As a result, relatives sometimes “dodged” her.
Only later after having entered into a vibrant relationship with the Lord, the
same relatives were some of Grandma’s biggest fans.
Maxine Hines Rice, Gladys Rainey Smith, my maternal grandma, and Helen Foust Rice. |
I never recall sitting at a proper table at either of
these family celebrations. I dined at the kids’ table for many years. As I aged, I ended up sitting occasionally at a TV tray. Neither home had Thanksgiving-themed
stoneware or china, sterling silver serving trays, or beautifully cut crystal
glassware. I never remember coordinated cloth tablecloths and napkins. The aroma ambiance of these older farmhouses
derived not from the latest potpourri or candles, but mouth-watering baking scents
wafting through the rooms of both homes.
Hazel Rice Goad Guthrie, Yvonne Goad Kelly, and Robert "Bob" Rice. |
The Thanksgiving celebrations centered on intangibles
such as collective thankfulness for a strong family held together by an
unbreakable bond forged by common ancestry and resilient love. They knew a family could never allow the peripheral – food, tableware, activities, or even conversation
topics– to interfere with the solid relationships unique only to that
particular family.
God has richly blessed the Gates, Rainey, and Rice
families. May we make deliberate choices to interact daily with love for our
families on earth and so mirror the love in the family of God. The Apostle Peter instructed in I Peter 4:8
from The Message:
Most of all, love each other as if your life
depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything.
My mother would have loved this story. She was a Rainey and so loved to recall her family and childhood. Thank you, Bernadean, for your stories. Life really is all about family - our spiritual family and our earthly family.
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