Carmin was telling about the pies she had made for her families feast and the meaning/stories behind them., I hope she doesn't mind me sharing her words and photo.
"The chocolate cream pie has a story too. When I was about 12, we were at Grandma Ray's house for Thanksgiving as it was our annual tradition. When it came time to serve pie, a certain chocolate cream pie turned up missing. Uncle John had drooled over his wife's, Aunt Lana's, chocolate cream pie all morning and he wasn't going to put up with it going missing. He lined up all the teenage boys on a bench, and declared that none of them would get any pie until one of them confessed to taking his chocolate cream pie. The poor fellas just sat there, none of them fessing up. Finally, word came from a back bedroom that all of the teenage girls were hiding away with the chocolate cream pie, just eating it straight from the pan. They didn't even pause to cut it up or put it on plates--they just dug right in. By the time it was retrieved, there was nothing left but the crust. Poor, poor Uncle John. The next year Aunt Lana brought two chocolate cream pies, and so did each mother of those teenage girls. Aunt Lana started a great tradition, because now a chocolate cream pie will always be in the Thanksgiving spread."
It's always fun to hear stories told about my Mom, who is one step ahead of us all (she died 8 years ago after a fast but grueling battle with breast cancer), especially when I haven't heard them before. Through stories like this one I learn more bits and pieces about my Mom and who she was, or is rather. Although I was fifteen when she died, I feel that I know her better now than I did then. I guess I was a typical "too cool for Mom teen" and hadn't quite reached the realization that she was a person for me to get to know and befriend, rather than just "Mom". It's not that I ever held a negative attitude towards her, I just hadn't gotten to know her as her own individual person yet. But because of the legacy that has been, and is still being created of her with shared memories from loving family members and friends, I have learned more about her than I ever knew before.
So Happy Holidays everyone, and thank you for sharing your stories.