{"id":350,"date":"2021-11-15T05:18:37","date_gmt":"2021-11-15T11:18:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pbonew.practicebuilders.com\/scott-new\/blog\/?p=350"},"modified":"2025-01-21T02:27:43","modified_gmt":"2025-01-21T08:27:43","slug":"meals-and-memories-the-scott-familys-thanksgiving-table","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eyeplasticmd.com\/blog\/meals-and-memories-the-scott-familys-thanksgiving-table\/","title":{"rendered":"Meals And Memories, The Scott Family\u2019s Thanksgiving Table"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I grew up with a family of eight \u2014 my parents, three brothers, two sisters, and me. The earliest memories I have of our family\u2019s Thanksgiving celebrations take place in White Plains, New York.<\/p>\n<p>We didn\u2019t have a table big enough to fit all of us. So, for Thanksgiving, my dad would make one by taking an old door from the basement, adding a tablecloth, then laying it on top of one of our playpens. After we added some mismatched chairs, we were in business. Despite our makeshift surroundings, we loved being together and sharing the meal.<\/p>\n<p>My parents never had extra money when I was growing up, but one year, they got a $500 tax refund check. That was unusual, and my mom thought the best use would be to get some matching chairs to go around our \u201ctable.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019d heard about an estate sale where 12 chairs were being sold. The sale happened to be in Scarsdale, N.Y. \u2014 a real ritzy area. When my mom pulled up to the house, it had a wrought-iron gate, and a butler met her at the door. She knew right then she was out of her league.<\/p>\n<p>The seller didn\u2019t just have chairs, but a whole dining set \u2014 an enormous oak table, 12 leather chairs, and two matching credenzas. The seller explained that her husband had been transferred to Europe, so they had to sell everything right away. They\u2019d tried to sell the dining set to several furniture stores, but it was so big that no one wanted it taking up all of their showroom space.<\/p>\n<p>My mom apologized for wasting the woman\u2019s time, explaining \u201cI only have this $500 tax refund check.\u201d Of course, that was far too little for this amazing set and she saw herself out.<\/p>\n<p>To her surprise, the woman called her back a few days later, offering the dining set for $1,500 on an installment plan. The $500 my mom already had could be the down payment. My mother had to refuse, explaining that she was on a fixed income and could not spend more than $500.<\/p>\n<p>A day or two later, the woman called back again, now sounding very frustrated, and offered my mother the table and chairs for $500. It was a great deal, but my mom demurred. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she said. \u201cIf I\u2019m going to have that huge table, I think I\u2019m going to need the credenzas to store all of my dishes in. I just don\u2019t see a use for the table without them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With steam probably shooting from her ears, the seller explained that the credenzas alone were worth at least $500 a piece \u2014 but she relented. The only condition was that the table, chairs, and the credenzas had to be picked up that day!<\/p>\n<p>My dad did just that, but when he got it home there was a big problem \u2014 the table wouldn\u2019t fit through the front door! My mom thought she had just bought the most expensive picnic table in history. Thankfully, my dad figured out how to disassemble the table, get it inside, and put it back together, but that was a stressful moment!<\/p>\n<p>It became our Thanksgiving table. For 25 years, throughout childhood, college, and adulthood, it was where we shared all of our holiday meals. My brothers, sisters, and I all agree that this enormous, special table was Thanksgiving to us. And it always felt right to give thanks while sitting at such a wonderful and treasured purchase.<\/p>\n<p>A few years ago, my mom moved and had to sell the table. (It was still in great shape.) We all feel truly blessed to have had something that followed us for more than 25 years and is featured in so many amazing memories. It just goes to show you that sometimes things come out of the blue, and they work out just the way they\u2019re meant.<\/p>\n<table class=\"sign_box\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"middle\">\n<p>Whether you\u2019ll be spending this Thanksgiving eating off of an enormous table, an old door, or even your lap, the thing that matters most is the memories you\u2019ll make. Take this opportunity to break bread and share safely with one another as we come out of this pandemic. Happy Thanksgiving!<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td>&nbsp;<\/td>\n<td>\n<div class=\"dr_info\" style=\"margin-top:20px;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"dr_skt\" src=\"https:\/\/eyeplasticmd.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/dr.jpg\" alt=\"dr\" width=\"125\" height=\"187\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"sign\" src=\"https:\/\/eyeplasticmd.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/sign-300x49.png\" alt=\"sign\"><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I grew up with a family of eight \u2014 my parents, three brothers, two sisters, and me. The earliest memories I have of our family\u2019s Thanksgiving celebrations take place in White Plains, New York. 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