It was 1961.
Four generations gathered in the San Francisco home
of my cousin Barbara, her husband, and two young daughters to celebrate the
holiday: Aunts and great-aunts; grandmothers
and great-grandmothers; first, second and third cousins, they were my family. I was an only child, and happy to be part
of such a big, lively tribe for the day. The dining table extended into the living
room and, in the old black-and-white movies taken at the time, my loved ones
wave to me as they feasted on traditional holiday fare, forever preserved on celluloid
and in my heart.
Gratitude is all attitude, as expressed beautifully in this wonderful short film. Enjoy...
Wishing you all a Thanksgiving that is bountiful
in every way.
