A Murrow Thanksgiving……#161 (80’s)

.  It was a Thanksgiving at the Murrow’s in Kiowa, the multifarious convergence of family on this day would alter each year,  the annual  location hosted on a yearly family residence  rotation.  The Willson family in attendance,  not surprising, the decorative meal was traditional,  a turkey with all the trimmings, inclusive with a baked ham, attesting to Bud Murrow,  the patriarch of the Kiowa family having a diversity about eating any form of poultry.

.  The  Murrow’s, Bud and Helen and their immediate family assembling with the vestiges of the Roth endowment and its Apostolic Church heritage for this celebrated day.   Gary enlisting the churches doctrine 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.

Included in the gathering from Kiowa was Jan’s sister Lynne and husband Shawn Johnson, their two daughters Sarah and Jamie.  Adhering from Iola Kansas was older sister Gayle, husband Steve Robb and their children, Todd and Jeanette from a previous marriage, and Shawna, Steve and Gayle’s young sibling.  Others in attendance included Uncle Raymond Roth, a Minister in the Apostolic Christian Church, wife Laverne and from Kiowa, Jan’s Uncle Charles Terry and Aunt Esther, their daughter Rita, and husband Del Meyer.

 Visiting from Metamora Illinois, Uncle Melvin Weyeneth, a direct descended of Benedict Weyeneth, the 1847 founder of America’s first Apostolic Christian Church in Lewis County New York and his wife, Leona, better known as 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 ancestry,  all having at one time partaken in  the vestiges of agriculture,  save of course the younger generation.

The regalement of comestible was capacious, a buffet line in the kitchen, enabling the abundance to be presented.  Once acquainting with the ample endowment, the adult recipients acquired 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, 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 lounge, revealing little interest in the annual Thanksgiving Day bastion of the National Football League, the Dallas Cowboy,  their opponent the Chicago Bears.

.  Soon after being seated before the television, the first quarter of the game having  expired, Gary discovering he was attentively alone in one respect, save for Uncle Raymond.  The adjoining living room chairs were 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.  The Murrow Thanksgiving, a banquet of like-minded serenity,  displacing the facades of worldly vanity,  a presence  worthy of everlasting memory.

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