http://secondwindjewelry.com/jewelry-weaving-blog/2009/11/november-contest-part-2/ on weaving, healing gemstones, and life Mon, 08 Mar 2010 15:24:26 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://secondwindjewelry.com/jewelry-weaving-blog/2009/11/november-contest-part-2/comment-page-1/#comment-335 Margaret Shulock Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:04:41 +0000 http://secondwindjewelry.com/jewelry-weaving-blog/?p=696#comment-335 Sorry, this probably isn't the kind of story you're looking for but it's what came to mind. My most memorable Thanksgiving was the one that came in November of 1963. We were a morose group sitting at the dining room table only used for special occasions.The sound of silverware and passed dishes was all that penetrated the silence. My mother had filled her "good" goblets with red wine; we had never done that before. The deep red of the wine felt disturbing to me. In the silence my 18 year old brother reached for his wine and the glass slipped and crashed to the floor. As the white tablecloth turned red my mother burst into tears and left the room. We gave up on Thanksgiving that year. Sorry, this probably isn’t the kind of story you’re looking for but it’s what came to mind. My most memorable Thanksgiving was the one that came in November of 1963. We were a morose group sitting at the dining room table only used for special occasions.The sound of silverware and passed dishes was all that penetrated the silence. My mother had filled her “good” goblets with red wine; we had never done that before. The deep red of the wine felt disturbing to me. In the silence my 18 year old brother reached for his wine and the glass slipped and crashed to the floor. As the white tablecloth turned red my mother burst into tears and left the room. We gave up on Thanksgiving that year.

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