National Family Week

Thanksgiving was always the time we went to Grandma’s house. Over US 395 north to Yucaipa – it only took 120 min, even on just a two-lane highway.

We’d arrive by noon and eat at 2pm. The adults would sit and chat for an hour, then clean up in preparation to consume one of many pies.

The 5 cousins would play board games and pester each other. It was the only time we saw each other because we were the classic have and have-not families we lived in different worlds.

I don’t remember daddy ever attending those gatherings. He never forgave his mother-in-law for a todo the first year he was part of the family, nor momma’s innsistence on moving to Calif. (to be with her parents and brother) from our beautiful home he built for her in Kansas.

But I shall be forever grateful for her being part of my life. She gave me guidance and values when I needed them the most – direct and to the point.

I hope many grandmothers have a wonderful family week.

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About Jana Hassett

Growing up a Friday the 13th baby can be stressful without permission to use your magic wisely. But my journey has been full of once-in-a-lifetime adventures and a joy (for the most part). I've raised two daughters; have two grandchildren; created my own very successful line of beadwoven jewelry and ornaments; had leadership positions in political organizations; worked for a member of Congress; been a Journalist with a weekly column; a Book Reviewer; and now a Blogger. Over time this blog will contain my writings, book reviews, magazine articles, and ramblings (known as a platform) I'll use for the Historical Fiction I've started writing. Please ask questions, make comments, and suggest writing ideas. I value your input and ideas.