My uncle John and his family along with our family, the Duncans, the Toscanos and Myrna Salgado all went over to Grandpa and Grandma Whetten's house. Long tables were set up end-to-end in Grandma's front room with seats all around it. I don't remember the conversations we had, but I do remember Grandpa Whetten's prayer. It was a long one for an 8 year old boy to sit through, and I remember thinking "Grandpa sure is thankful for a LOT of stuff!" I loved hearing Grandpa pray. I know that he had tremendous faith, and when he prayed I knew that he was actually talking with God.
I felt that way while my Dad was praying in our home today. He is thankful for a lot of stuff, and I know that he talks to our Heavenly Father when he prays. I hope my children picked up on that so that it will be a memory they can have of their own Grandpa Whetten when they are adults.
After the dinner was over at Grandpa and Grandma's house all of the neighborhood kids would go out to Grandma's yard and play endless games of hide and seek, werewolf, kick the can and who knows what else. Grandma's yard was the best place for these games and we could stay there for hours on end playing.
Today after our meal we went out to the greenbelt in front of the house and played Frisbee, threw footballs and had a good time. When it got dark we came inside and played a card game and then gathered around the piano to sing songs. It was wonderful!
I am most thankful for my family. I am grateful they were able to come today and love being around them.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Grandpa and Grandma Whetten with me on my 1st B-Day
3 comments:
CUte pic! Great night. Thanks again for hosting all of us. It was a good, fun time.
Wonderful photo of wonderful people. I miss Grandpa and Grandma Whetten even more since my dad joined them on the other side.
I was in the temple the other day and was helping an older brother who reminded me a lot of Grandpa Whetten. I spend the rest of the day thinking about them and wondering what they do over there and how aware they might be of the rest of us that are still over here. Perhaps they are closer to us than we think during those times when our feelings about them are especially poignant.
I hope so. The thought of having them close by even when I can't see them is comforting.
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