Priceless! Every neighborhood and every family should have an eccentric old veteran in their midst. Mine was my step-grandfather, who would share his stories of The War over beers with his young grandchildren.

He would crack one open and talk until there was just a bare sip left in the bottom and say "Go ahead and finish that and get me a cold one." Of course, by the time the evening got on, there would be a little more than a sip, then a swallow, then a little more than a swallow...

Anyway, to me, you have truly captured Thanksgiving here!

thank you so very much esan - very much...

oh by the way... our husky stole and ate a whole stick of butter - but he is such a cutie...

V.

LOL!!! I've said before that the reason Huskies are so cute is to avoid being killed outright! Mine never actually stole anything, though, he would just firmly plant himself between you and it until you informed him you understood that he wanted to try it.

Awww, that was wonderful Ms. Vixyy. =^.^=

very excellent work! ^__^
well, i've gotta run off now to spend the Thanksgiving with my aunt, and retired USMC first sergeant uncle, hehe. you really captured Thanksgiving exceptionally ^^

Good times...I'm liking the crazy ideas here ^^

*is grinning widely by the time he gets to the bottom of the story, the old dragon's eyes glittering with wicked mirth*

Oh my... You know, if more sermons ended that way more frequently, churches would have a lot larger congregations than they do now... and much happier ones, at that.

*hugs a vixyy happily, chortling* You're a Mom, dear. It shines through so much of what you write.

*smiles very big and gives him a hug... glad that you liked it Seht... truly...

V.

That was quite dear. I'd love to have such a brood of my own :)

some day perhaps... some day...

*smiles...

and thank you...

V.

Could happen :)

And you're quite welcome ;)

Well, now I'm hungry... I'll take one standard vanilla and chocolate crazy cake please!
This was really wonderful. I've never really known what it was like to really know a war veteran. I mean, my mom's parents served in WWII I think, but I never really got a chance to talk to them about it. This story kinda makes me wish I had, just to know what it felt like to know a war veteran. Thank you for the feelings.
And you are such a mother. It shows so much in this.

*chuckles and smiles very big... I grew up with both WWi and WWII vets, though none that I knew truly talked about their experiences. You can always volunteer at an old folks home - if nothing else, just to listen. Take a tape recorder with you and record the stories for posterity, because they will truly be memorable.

tip - as a people, we look at old people and only see old people. We do not see who they were - young once and full of life.

*hugs...

V.

Suddenly I have a hankering for strawberry-lemon cake with maple and raisin frosting. Yum!

*chuckles.... and then cuts him a slice...

here you gooooo.....

V.

Amusing. I enjoyed reading this. Nothing else to say, really. Good story.

thank you Panzer - as always...

V.

Very entertaining story here. You also made me feel like having something sweet and filling too.

*smiles so very big and then offers up - cake!

V.

Thank you for that great work Vixy! ***HUGE HUG***

It does strike a cord when one thinks about those who served. But then the cake does sound enticing!

Though I do hate to say it, but I think this will be my last holiday season. Don't ask me why, it's just a feeling. Thank You for everything you've done. It's always been a joy to read your works my friend.

*frowns at him and then gives him a hug...

I have a true story for you, told to me by a pilot. His counterpart in the cockpit told him that he felt his number was up, and that he couldn't shake the feeling. He replied, motioning to all the passengers in the back, then you believe their numbers are up too?

Nothing happened and they landed safely.

You and I will be sharing many and many more holidays Bear.

*hugs him again....

V.

I thank you Vixy for the optimism, but it's a feeling I've had for some time now, and it's just getting more noticeable as each day passes. I've talked to my doc who said that there is nothing wrong, but I still can't shake the feeling. I do hope you';re right, and I can spend many more holidays with my friend (you), and not have to look back at this as if it was some sort of Notradamis effect.

Your friendship is the world to me. ***HUGE HUGS***

*smiles and hugs him right back... thank you for that Whitebear... very much so...

talk to your totem hun... it does help.

V.

As always, your stories are a joy to read, Miss V. And this one kinda reminded me of where I grew up. There's something special about a small town atmosphere, where everyone knows everyone else. And all the crazy cake ideas made me giggle too.

*smiles so very big (as usual)...

it is so good to be back, isn't Duroc... now maybe I'll get past my writing slump. You, my fine swine, are simply too nice to an old Fox.

V.

You! A writing slump? Never. :)

it does happen... unfortunately the stress from work has taken its toll. I'm working through a poem for Kuga, though, and that helps.

*hugs...

V.

That's... probably one of the cutest stories I've ever read. It's really wonderful, how it came out. Bravo, Vix, bravo.

*blushes bright red.... thank you so much P... really really really...

V.

And now I think I shall make crazy cakes for xmas. XD

~GR

*laughs and goes to fetch the flower....

Thanks hun... your comment gave me a smile when I needed one...

Merry Christmas...

V.

Happy Holidays! *give you a gingerbread bat*

~GR

ooooooo.... *eyes light up.... ty ty ty

V.

Now that I’m fairly familiar with your writings I still have no idea what to say about this one - other than God Bless Crazy Cakes.

Oh, and pass the coffee.

*laughs and passes him a chocolate pineapple maraschino cherry piece of cake with coconut sprinkles... and a very large cup of coffee.

*big hugs for her little cat....

V.

Heckuva thing to end up writing about, Vixyy. :3 I do like those kids though, what scamps!

that one came right out of the blue... it had such a wonderful feeling to it when written.

*gives him a hug...

you are such a cutie - and thanks so much...

V.

That story was adorable, thank you for pointing it out to me :)

You're more than welcome hun...

V.

I miss being a hellian...those were fun times.

if I acted out, I got clobbered!

V.

Eeek...my grandma use to get the fly swatter on us. Ma was a wuss and couple spank me without bursting into tears herself. By then I didn't mind...now I feel bad. I'd offer to let her spank me now if it didn't come off as weird and kinky.

*laughs...

my mother used to use a belt... my father was known to use anything at hand - a flyswatter being among his favorites...

V.

Reminds me of a story that I still need to write, set in the Summer of 1944...the 6th of June, to be more specific...

so write it silly...

V.

Much easier said than done, I'm afraid, at least for me. I've been writing it in my head at work, though, just need to sit an put it to paper, try to get it out in some coherent form.

I couldn't write if I didn't have my computer... it's a flow thing...

V.

Well, yes, I will be typing it...but still, that's the most difficult part, getting it out of my head.