You’re Such a Turkey
Thanksgiving morning and I’ve already reverted to my antisocial ways- I’ve staked out an armchair in which I can hear all conversations but don’t need to contribute to any. My last visit to middle America was a little more than 2 years ago- everything is changing but still quite the same.
My youngest cousin is a junior in college and president of his fraternity (needless to say a different college experience than my own). I remember him at an unruly age biting my brother (who no doubt deserved it- said brother is not at this mini-reunion and thus no biting will ensue). Though my cousins are all grown up my grandparents’ house remains eerily the same. The same uncomfortable green divan, the same harvest gold shag carpeting and the never-ending supply of oyster crackers in a glass mason jar on the kitchen counter (which will undoubtedly be devoured later this evening).
We may all grow older but every trip to Kansas reminds me of how much we really remain the same. It may be a story of my tenacious great-great-aunt taking a shotgun into the backyard and shooting at a dog who repeatedly snuck into the chicken coop when my grandmother was a child, the obligatory "you must have been traumatized!" horrified comment from my aunt, and my grandmother’s priceless response, "Not at all! That sneaky dog ought not have been sucking the eggs and harassing the chickens!" Or it may be the obligatory questions about our dating life, since I’m sure my grandparents have given up on seeing a firstborn great-grandchild from any of their grandchildren during their lifetime.
G: "Are you dating anyone right now?"
Me: "Nope, not really."
G: "Well, that’s ok, you still have time."
Me: "Yep, I’m good, don’t really have time to date much right now."
G: "Oh, well… sure." (thinking to herself of all of the eligible bachelors that she may know under the age of 60).
The other cousins and my aunt and uncle will join us later this afternoon to share in this family reunion. Honestly, the sixteen hours in a car (especially since this trip is sans siblings) are well worth the amusing stories I come home with… my family never ceases to entertain.

