A Murrow Thanksgiving……#161 (80’s)

A Bonding Of Kinship

Thanksgiving at the Murrow’s, Gary, Jan and the children in attendance, not surprising the decorative meal was traditional, a turkey with all the trimmings, inclusive with a baked ham attesting the patriarch of the Kiowa family, Bud having diversity about eating poultry.  The  Murrow’s, Bud and Helen and their immediate family assembling with the  vestiges of the Roth family and its Apostolic Church heritage for this celebrated day.   Gary enlisting that Thanksgiving was a day of acclamation for the Lords relevance and blessings,  a proclamation for families to assemble and acknowledge their fellowship with the Lord and in doing so giving testimonial of his residency.  The multifarious convergence of family on this day, like Christmas,  would alter each year,  the annual assemblies location hosted on a yearly family residence  rotation.

Included in the gathering from Kiowa was Jan’s recently married sister Lynne and  husband Shawn Johnson, adhering from Iola Kansas,  sister Gayle, husband Steve Robb, three children, Todd,  Jeanette, from a previous marriage and Shawna, Steve and Gayle’s youngest sibling.   Others in attendance included Uncle Raymond Roth, a Minister of the Apostolic Christian Church, wife Laverne, Uncle Charles Terry and Aunt Esther, their daughter Rita and husband Del Meyer.  Visiting from Metamora Illinois, Uncle Melvin Weyneth, a direct descended of Benedict Weyneth,  the founder of America’s first Apostolic Christian Church in Lewis County New York in 1847 and  accompanying him,  his wife,  Jan’s Aunt Leona, better known a Noni.  Also traversing from Illinois,  commonly referred to as,  Aunt Sis was Helen’s sister Delma and her husband Bernard Zigenhorn from Peoria.   The congenial patronage making for a covenant of like-minded consorts,  all having at one time partaken in  the vestiges of agriculture,  save of course the younger generation.

The regalement of comestible was capacious,  an excess in pleasantry, a bountiful commemorative to fulfill the gatherings accomplished appetency.   A buffet line in the kitchen enabling the abundance to be presented,  once acquainting the ample endowment, the adult recipients acquiring seating at the two extended  provisional dining room tables with the exception of  Lynne and Shawn because of a lack of space, their presence residing with the children, Lynne remarking that someday she would be able to sit at the adults table.    The meal completed, the children relegated to adorned the basement aperture engaging in playful exercise, the women, once the kitchen duties were fulfilled occupied the breakfast alcove adjoining the kitchen  in a chronicle of conversation.  The husbandry assembling in the living room, finding complacency in a chair to view the annual Thanksgiving Day bastion of the National Football League,  the Dallas Cowboy,  their opponent,  the Chicago Bears,  a televised  ascendance.

The Dallas Cowboys, a Thanksgiving tradition

Soon after being seated before the television, the first quarter of the game having  expired, Gary discovering he was alone in one respect,  save for Uncle Raymond.  The adjoining living room chairs were all occupied, but without a remnant of alertness,  the stoutly male members of the family, including Shawn the youngest, all journeying into the slumber land of Nod, a rhythmic protrusion better known as snoring  penetrating the aura as they dozed.   The traditional football game in conclusion,  the Cowboys winning 10 to 9,  the Murrow Family Thanksgiving also in conclusion.  Gary finding his presence auspicious, accomplishing an inspiring family acquaintance, experiencing the bonding of kinship, a representative model of continuity from a bygone era,  realizing in many households the garnering of family was seldom found.

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