Harp

My favorite tradition of my childhood was Thanksgiving lunch at Mamaw and Papaw’s. It was something we went to every year, for a long time. I knew I could always look forward to it.

We would walk inside the house to Mamaw cooking away and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade playing on the TV in the den. Mamaw would greet us warmly as she moved through the crowded kitchen. She never seemed stressed or in a hurry.

When it was time for the meal, we would all grab a dish and gather around the table. Papaw would sit at the head at the table, and Mamaw by his side. My sisters and I—when we were little enough—would squeeze onto the piano bench that had been pulled up to the table to add more chairs. Someone would say the blessing, and we would all dig in. 

Mamaw prepared such an amazing supper for us. Turkey and ham, her fresh green beans, rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, apple pie, and most importantly, sweet tea. The sun would shine through the dining room window, and the day felt so bright and full of life.

It was Mamaw’s cooking and preparation that brought us all together. And when Papaw passed away, she quietly moved to the head of the table. And picked up the torch as the head of the family.

I remember one particular supper with Mamaw, I don’t think it was Thanksgiving, but just a normal dinner when my family was in town, Mamaw took her seat and announced that she would be giving the blessing. I don’t remember the words she prayed, but I remember being touched. And I know you’re not supposed to do this, but I opened my eyes, and watched her pray. And in that moment, I realized just how strong she was. Here was a woman who had lived a long life, who had experienced her share of joys, challenges, and loss, and who continued to take her place at the head of the table and intercede to God for us.

She is the full embodiment of a matriarch. I cannot think of a better example of a good-hearted woman. I am so proud to be in her lineage—to be part of a long line of strong, faithful women. And though we will miss her here, her legacy lives on in us—and I believe she’s saving us a place at the table in Heaven.