Friday, November 26, 2010

The Giving of Thanks

Well, here it is... after 11 months of everyone I know bugging me, I am pleased to present THE BLOG! After some blood, sweat, and tears while trying to figure this thing out, I may have actually figured it out.  The hardest part has got to be deciding on the background... I have a feeling mine will change often because I am just so indecisive, as women are known to be. 
Now, let us begin the chat of the Thanksgiving feasting.  Colin and I spent Thanksgiving at Mom and Dad Sorensen's.  After a 5 hour, white knuckled drive from Rexburg, on icy roads, snow drifts, and nearly being run off the road by an incompetent semi truck driver I might add, we made it to Twin Falls.  I really felt the urge to kiss the ground when I got out, but it was snowy and cold, so I held back.  When we woke up Thanksgiving morning, we could smell the turkey and other delicious treats.  Already on the bar we were Mexican Dip, Spinach Dip, M&M's, cashews, banana bread, veggie and relish tray.  Not to mention the rolls were rising, potatoes were boiling, ham and turkey cooking, and gravy was thickening.  Do we ever overdo the amount of food at holidays? I think not...
Mom Sorensen invited Trudy Weddle (however you spell it) to eat dinner with us.  She is this cute, old, little, German lady that she teaches primary with.  Oh man, what a hoot she was.  She is 82 years old and has the humor and energy of a 18 year old.  She loves everything and everyone.  Her accent is thick so it is hard to understand her, but the funny stories she told kept all of us roaring with laughter.  She originally was from the Czech Republic and was there during the war.  She told us a story about when the Russians were coming through the villages and were taking young girls.  A Polish man volunteered to hide all the girls in his barn, up in the landing, underneath hay and straw.  Then, he moved them to a field because he was afraid they would burn the barn down and kill them all.  In the field, the Russians would run their horses through it, either trampling the girls or catching them.  So, he hid the girls in the forest, where the horses couldn't go and the girls would be able to hear them coming and they could run away.  When they had to leave their home, her father opened up all the gates and the barn doors and moved the animals out into the open so they could wander off and be able to find food in the wild.  But, all the animals stayed by him, and wouldn't run off.  She said her father came back into the house and cried.  Anyways, she left when she was 17.  She married an American man who was in the service.  They lived at army bases all over the world.  She has had quite the life and somehow, miraculously, lived through it all and ended up alone in Twin Falls.  She provided so much insight into life.  We were grateful to have her at our table and to be able to hear her story and provide so much perspective on how blessed we really are.

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