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November 2019                                                            November 2019                                                  PGA C.A.N.!, Page 9


      Thanksgiving Delight



      By Marie Pinschmidt                               chuckle  out  of  my  attempt  at  fictional  humor. Try  not   heirloom  tablecloth. The
         In one of my writing courses, we were asked to create   to think of my musings while eating your Thanksgiving   centerpiece was a grotesque,
      a story out of a specific list of words: tablecloth, pumpkin,   dinner. On second thought, you might want to share my   midlife crisis -s haped
      pilgrims, Mayflower, turkey, cranberries, and succotash.   story with your guests instead of talking politics.   pumpkin flanked by two
      Since Thanksgiving is near, I thought you might get a      “The  large  trestle  table  was  draped  in  Grandma’s   cheap porcelain  pilgrim
                                                                                                           figurines looking as if they
                                                                                                           had just straggled from the
                                                                                                           Mayflower and crawled on
                                                                                                           all fours to Plymouth Rock.
                                                                                                           When the feast was finally
                                                                                                           laid out before my anxious
                                                                                                           family, lack of patience
                                                                                                           would  not  be  a  problem  for  me. You  see,  I  knew  the
                                                                                                           biography of that big Tom turkey.
                                                                                                              My mother was unaware I was playing in the garage
                                                                                                           when she came out and opened the door of the old spare
                                                                                                           refrigerator. She reached in and somehow maneuvered that
                                                                                                           turkey into both arms, turned and kicked the door shut with
                                                                                                           her foot. I barely stifled a huge gasp when suddenly that
                                                                                                           big Butterball slipped right out of her arms and landed
                                                                                                           breast down in that stinking old kitty-litter box. She looked
                                                                                                           around and failing to see me behind Dad’s workbench,
                                                                                                           quickly picked up Old Tom and headed for the kitchen.
                                                                                                               I knew in that moment I would never again feel the
                                                                                                           same about my mother’s cooking. Even the mincemeat
                                                                                                           pie on the sideboard had been made more substantial by
                                                                                                           the addition of a box of moldy raisins she found all the
                                                                                                           way back in the cupboard. I knew because I had seen her
                                                                                                           rinse off the mold. She also didn’t know I was paying
                                                                                                           attention when she searched for something red to increase
                                                                                                           the quantity of the cranberry salad after Aunt Ida called
                                                                                                           to say she and my uncle were also coming for dinner. My
                                                                                                           eyes widened in horror when she took that handful of hot
                                                                                                           red peppers, chopped them to the proper size and added
                                                                                                           them to the cranberry salad.
                                                                                                              When my large family gathered at the table to say the
                                                                                                           Thanksgiving Blessing, my prayer would be that God
                                                                                                           would remove the memory of that litter box so I could, at
                                                                                                           least, enjoy the succotash.”
                                                                                                              I wish all of you a most tasteful Thanksgiving.



                                                                                                              Season Is Here!


                                                                                                              Along  with season  comes  the  increased
                                                                                                            temptation to utilize the golf courses as a park/
                                                                                                            playground, but we must ask you to refrain
                                                                                                            from any non-golf related access.
                                                                                                              Maintenance is performed on all the courses
                                                                                                            during the year, so there is equipment and work
                                                                                                            being done. In addition, it is a time when there
                                                                                                            are more golfers on the course enjoying our
                                                                                                            beautiful weather.
                                                                                                                                              Thank you



















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