Those of you who follow me on Facebook or this blog already know that my husband fell in September and broke his tibia and fibula in the right leg and when he left the hospital he opted for rehab at a local nursing home instead of the local rehab hospital.  The people who work in this facility are taking very good care of him, but he still cannot walk.  Until he can walk he cannot come home.

This past Thursday was Thanksgiving Day, and I mention that just in case it somehow slipped by you and you didn’t realize it.  Our family always gathers together for this wonderful day, and we try to collect as many other folks as possible to feed and fellowship with.

This year, because Robert was not able to leave the nursing home and be with us for the feast, we took the feast to him and made it abundantly clear to the nursing home staff that we expected  them to join us for food, fun, frolic, and fellowship. I’m not sure they believed us.  Need I say, “They do now!”

We began arriving around noon at the therapy room that had been set aside for our use.  We brought drinks, ice, throw-away glasses, plates (large and small) and cutlery.  We also brought the turkey, dressing, green beans, chicken and dumplings, cranberries, cranberry fluff, roasted carrots and onions, fresh greens from the garden, lovely yeast rolls, fried okra, sweet potatoes, and there may very well have been more that my swiss cheese memory has let fall through the holes.  We also had dessert in the form of pumpkin pie, mincemeat pie, pumpkin roll, black cherry cheesecake (made in muffin cups so they were individual serving size), hican pie. A hican is a cross between a hickory nut and a pecan.

I’m not certain yet that I have it all listed.  Anyway, just imagine the abundant food and a good variety. We frist thought that none of the staff was going to eat with us but they finally lost their timidity and after a few began then we had a flood.  I believe we fed between 50 and 65 people.  There is some doubt as to the correct number.  We didn’t have to bring home any leftovers.  That is wonderful!  And after a little bit some of the patients began to creep into the feeding frenzy too.

There was the nicest man there with his wife who is in a wheelchair and he fell in love with the turkey.  He got a helping, came back for “just a little more” not once but multiple times and when we were packing up to go came sidling up to see if there was just a bit of turkey left he could put back for his supper.  We dug all the white meat that was left on the carcass off and put onto a plate for him for his supper.  This man deserves it. His wife has Alzheimers and doesn’t seem to know him at all, or anything else going on around her, but Mr. B is there every morning at 6 a.m. and stays with her until nine at night when he goes home to sleep so he can come back the next day and do it all over again.  We often see him pushing his wife in a wheelchair up and down the hall and talking to her.  She never says anything back, but that doesn’t deter him.  God bless this man.

If you want to feel really thankful next Thanksgiving, try hosting a meal for patients and their caregivers at a nursing home.

Come to think about it, Robert may very well still be in that facility at Christmas time, anyone want to volunteer to help us set up a Christmas feast?