This year will be our fourth Thanksgiving without Stephanie. How we miss her. I plan to ask those who gather with Melvine, Greg, and me on Thursday, November 26, for our Thanksgiving Dinner what they are thankful for, and how much we love each other. I hope you will do that with your family and friends. While the food is important, and a lot of work goes into it as Melvine plans and prepares the dinner meal, we know that what is most important is our relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, and with each other.
Melvine is the best cook in the known world. Her cornbread dressing is "to die for" (a Southern expression). She makes her cornbread dressing with buttermilk. I am the only member of our family that drinks buttermilk. When I was growing up one of my jobs was to do the churning. I had rather been out playing, but the reward of the fresh butter that surfaced to the top was always exciting for me to scoop with the bottom part of the dasher--a special stick that is moved up and down until the cream separated into butter. My mother had several butter molds to give form to the thickened soft butter with designs like a flower to chill the butter in the refrigerator. To earn extra money for the family, my mother sold butter, buttermilk and sweet (white milk) to our neighbors. My dad always had Jersey cows, and their milk produced a lot of cream which I loved and love to this day. I have been known to drink a quart of whole white or sweet milk with cream on the top in one continuous drinking without breathing. I love milk so much that I still drink it today. We purchase 2% milk. For me, I really want whole milk. There is nothing more satisfying when eating a vine ripened tomato sandwich on white bread with mayonnaise than to add a glass of white or sweet milk. Some like
Duke's Mayonnaise, others enjoy Hellmann's Mayonnaise. This past summer, I planted an early crop of tomatoes, and a later crop. Just last week, I harvested the last of my tomatoes. It was a good year. I praise the Lord for the harvest.
I am sure you have many wonderful memories of your family and growing up with siblings and cousins, uncles and aunts, and of course, grandmother. I was never privileged to meet my two grandfathers or my father's mother. My maternal grandmother lived with us. She lived to be 95. She died the very day I proposed to Melvine. My grandmother never met Melvine. I showed her Melvine's photo, and she gave her approval. She told me that Melvine has character, is a strong woman, and will be a good wife for me. She was right. Other than my salvation through knowing Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord, my decision to marry Melvine has been and is today the best decision of my life. We have been married 55 years. Our birthdays are only one day apart. I am older than Melvine, in fact, two years older. My birthday is December 15, and Melvine's birthday is December 16.
Our mailing address is:
Hugh and Melvine Morgan
17 Sweet Apple Lane
Winder, GA 30680-3349
My email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org