A few photos from the 2010 Baumgartner & Purinton Thanksgiving…
One of two turkeys we fried up in our backyard for the feast for 18 family and friends.
All in all, this year’s Thanksgiving was pleasant, with plenty of food, wine, friends, family, and card games all around. One story I wanted to share before diving into these photos was a comment my Grandma made while making a pit stop at the Kid’s Table. My grandma is one of the hardest working women I know, and will swear when appropriate, but can sometimes be oblivious, as grandmothers might be, to the things that she says. So, we are all sitting there, a turkey glaze in our eyes playing the penis game (you start saying penis and each time saying ‘PENIS’ louder than the next, a pointless game that I shouldn’t play as a twenty-two year old, but whatever) My grandma pops a squat next to me and says, “Oh boy guys, I am back on the turkey.” We all turn to her, “what do you mean grandma?” My sister asks giggling. “Honey, I am having seconds of turkey, I just can’t get enough of it!” We all laugh along, my grandma yawns, and goes beyond loving turkey, “girls, I gotta tell you, I just love dark meat.” Okay, it’s so inappropriate to find this humorous, but I couldn’t stop laughing, as my grandmother was still oblivious to her unintentional sexual reference. “That dark meet, I’ll tell ya,” she continues, “once you have some of that, the white meat just doesn’t compare.” (Insert tears I am laughing so hard.) She is still out of the loop but sits there, sighs a bit longer, strokes the table a few times and leaves to retire to the bedroom with this comment, “I just love this soft wood.” Will somebody PLEASE tell me what she might have been on aside the meat train?!
Dad raising Ye Olde Turkey.
SPOTTED: The Gang waits for the turkey.
Proving that I was an idiot and ran outside barefoot to take pictures of the raising of the turkey!
This just about sums up the brother – sister bond.
My dad and my sister’s boyfriend, Sam, showed some forced but adorable love.
My Grandma and my sister posing for a photo while baking rolls and pies.
Sally, Sam, and Jacob, kickin’ it at the Kid’s table.
Sally and Sam! Both got sick of my camera, deal with it.
Influenced by their crazy aunt, my mother, my Uncle John got whip-creamed post dinner.