We made Grandma’s seven layer salad again this year and it was a perfect paradox of gloppy-yet-crunchy.
Ivan roasted the turkey traditional style instead of smoking it, like he did in 2010.
Robin’s day care artwork provided atmosphere: a painted pumpkin pie dusted with real cinnamon for olfactory and visual decoration.
I ran in Sacramento’s Run to Feed the Hungry and posted my personal best for 10K.
We stayed home all day Friday to watch TV and strew our clothes, game pieces, and heel-maiming Legos and Matchbox cars everywhere.
Then Saturday we went to Empire Mine State Historic Park.
Herman 2012 Thanksgiving…*cymbal crash* DONE!
Then, in emptying Camilla’s backpack on Monday morning, along with the reminders about upcoming field trips and checks I should have written two weeks ago, I came across this worksheet from her 2nd grade social studies:
So I thought I’d share with her (and with you, my five readers) a story which I’m sure I can back up with primary sources once I’m off carpool detail. It’s about my great-great-Aunt Marion. Center in the photo below.
*family line goes like this: Camilla Herman–Susan Hord Herman–Thomas Alan Hord, II–John Alan Hord–Thomas Alan Hord Jr.’s sister, Marion.
Attached is photo from another family Thanksgiving from another time. Your great grandfather, Tom Hord, Jr., had one sister, Marion. Marion married a fellow by the name of Wilson and had one son, William Feathergail (“Feather”) Wilson. This photo was taken on Nov. 25, 1965 at Feather’s home in Midland, Texas. In the photo are Feather, my mother/your grandmother, me, Feather’s mother Marion, Melinda and Feather’s wife, Joan. The two young fellows are Feather & Joan’s sons Douglas and Clay.
Aunt Marion was reportedly named after Francis Marion, the Revolutionary War leader of South Carolina irregulars, ca. 1780-81, against the British. Fighting from the swamps in and around the Charleston, SC British headquarters, he proved both effective and elusive. To the British he known as the “Swamp Fox.” It is thought that that there is a relationship between the Hord and Marion families but I have no information on this. In any event, Tom Hord, Sr., of Dallas and Mexia and a Civil War veteran, thought enough of the Swamp Fox to name his only daughter after him. Feather was also named for ancestor, one Feathergail Adams, a Kentucky Baptist preacher and Revolutionary War wagoneer. Children, I apologize for not coming up with more imaginative names for each of you.
Marion moved to San Antonio as a young women. She had a pretty good head for business and invested in low rent homes and apartments in the San Antonio area during the Depression of the 1930s. Along the way she married Mr. Glenn Wilson. Regrettably, the marriage did not last. When I was a little fellow living in Ft. Worth we visited Marion for the 4th of July, 1953. At that time she and Feather lived on ranch between Sisterdale and New Braunfels, Texas. She was a strong-willed woman, someone whom one might say was “quite a character.” She did not mind wearing chaps and riding (horseback) into the brush and live oak country to shoot coyotes and hunt wild turkeys. As I recall, instead of firecrackers, the assorted men on this expedition sat on the deep front porch of the ranch house and blazed away with 30.-06 rifles at bottles perched on the fence posts that separated the yard from the front pasture. While it escapes my memory, Aunt Marion may well have been out there blasting away with the rest of the folks. Incidentally, these folks were all good shots; the bottles never stood a chance.
The hosts of our Thanksgiving party in Midland were, of course, Joan and Feather Wilson. They had brought Marion to Midland for the occasion. Marion was not well. She passed away in early 1970. Feather and Joan met while he was a geology student at the University of Texas. After graduation, he found employment with Texaco and was transferred to Midland. This was a fortuitous event and allowed us to socialize. After I left for the University of Oklahoma in 1966 Feather resigned his position in Midland and took a position as a water resources geologist for San Antonio. Feather and Joan subsequently had a daughter, Wendy, and, I regret to note, they parted company. I thought very well of them and their family. Unfortunately I have lost touch with all of them. Nonetheless, on Nov. 25, 1965, we were together to celebrate a day of thanksgiving. John, as I recall, the OU-Nebraska game was on TV at the time (unfortunately Nebraska won). Other than the football game, it was a wonderful day.