Dad shaved this morning with the Norelco (did an admirable job) and then
bathed himself with washcloth and water drawn from the tub by Doug and
placed in the Dutch oven, circa 1958.
The movie, The Secret Garden, is playing right now on Turner Classic Movies on this Thanksgiving Day at 11:07 a.m. It is a wonderful, B/W, rendition of the children's classic.
Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett (24 November 1849 – 29 October 1924)
Dad is now watching, after enjoying a partial Roast Beef sandwich put together by his son, Doug, after getting the cold cut this early afternoon at an open Acme. He asked me to finish his lunch but I could not. The ham and potatoes are warming in the oven and the asparagus and the cauliflower are prepped for the microwave. An eating time of approximately 2 p.m. is in order.
In the meantime, dad is watching the movie, Lassie Comes Home (1943), with the actor Edmund Gwenn, who would have been 76 in that film and who played the inimitable Santa Claus in The Miracle on 34th Street. He's marvelous and so gregarious in his roles, such a gem of a human being.
Edmund Gwenn (1877-1959)
In the meantime, dad is watching the movie, Lassie Comes Home (1943), with the actor Edmund Gwenn, who would have been 76 in that film and who played the inimitable Santa Claus in The Miracle on 34th Street. He's marvelous and so gregarious in his roles, such a gem of a human being.
Edmund Gwenn (1877-1959)
How could I not -- it's lethargy and fear and just plain laziness -- describe our Thanksgiving repast. Thanks to Doug, who placed the ham (which I had enclosed in aluminum foil, not unlike but to a far lesser extent than Norma Clara's large turkey tent creations of past Thanksgivings in their home) in the oven, along with the potatoes; and the cauliflower (which I had placed in the microwave bowl that I bought from Pathmark weeks ago and which I sheered the attachments from the bottom of the vegetable and cutup and then distributed on the ivy, sure to take a long time to compost in the chill winter air) into the microwave, along with asparagus (which I had bought the day earlier at Pathmark after picking up mom's Vicodin prescription); so, all totaled, we had ham, asparagus, cauliflower, mashed potatoes, and bread for this special, final Thanksgiving as an intact family. We shared, for a few minutes at least, our meal in mom's bedroom with dad not eating (he'd had some roast beef and had had some milk, earlier, but was not hungry ... later he enjoyed some vanilla ice cream and a few cafe noire cookies). It was the typical, short, holiday dining experience at the Nyhoffs. Doug was off to take care of the leftovers. I came later to do the dishes. Combined, it was a sterling effort and an A+ in holiday experiences over the 50 plus years we have been a family. It is coming to a close now and this was a good time. So, wonderful, as I listed my THANKS for today, to be together.
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