I am little behind on sharing my Thanksgiving story because my family was a little behind on Thanksgiving in general. The Taylors have always celebrated Thanksgiving as a family. When my two sisters and I were at university in the east, my parents would fly from Calgary, Rachel and I would take the train from Kingston and Claire would stay put waiting for all of us to meet her in Montreal. From there we would rent a car and go to Quebec City or Tremblant to spend Thanksgiving together. It was especially nice because we were all living so far apart at the time that getting time as a family was a rarity. The only downside was that we never had a kitchen to make an official Thanksgiving dinner. When we returned to Calgary after university we continued to have Thanksgiving – and a delicious homemade meal – together… until this year. Rachel was at medical school in Ontario, Claire was travelling in New Zealand, I was in Bonnyville, Alberta and my parents were in Montana. So when we all returned home my mom made a fake Thanksgiving dinner on October 15 – turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, cranberries – the whole nine yards. It was so nice to see everyone and it didn’t seem to matter that it wasn’t actually Thanksgiving because we were thankful for each other just the same.
Jane T – Coril Holdings Ltd.