December 2, 2005
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Thanksgiving at Grandpa Jacobson’s
While the rest of you were busy eating a turkey dinner with all the fixins, my family and I made our traditional pilgrimage to Spencer Iowa to visit my grandpa.
My grandpa Glenn is 90 years old and lives on his own. He has a small place with a very small kitchen, so we bring the food with us. Our menu consists of chili with spaghetti noodles (family recipe), crackers, carrot sticks, milk and for desert, chocolate pie. My mom prepares all of the food at home and we serve it up when we get to Grandpa’s.
This is our family picture this year. On the sofa are Isaac, John (my dad), Grandpa Glenn, Penee (my mom) and Brynn. In front is my brother Patrick and myself.
I know the menu seems a little odd, but being with Grandpa is the best part. He made the journey to Albert Lea many times, and now that he isn’t able to come to us, we go to him. I hope to have many more years of chili for Thanksgiving!
Comments (2)
Hey I happened on here and saw your cool collages I just did a couple the other day…but what really caught my eye was Spencer, Iowa….
I have been there. I went there to help pick (beans… I think) for my Uncle’s Merlyn’s sister’s family that lived out in Spencer. It was the summer between my 7th and 8 grade year around 1967. I left my home in California to stay the year with Uncle Merlyn and Aunt Maxine…I remember the house that we stayed at I remember the upstairs…I remember the meals we had while we were there…I remember all the red headed kids and there were quite a few… I later found out that the mother died of breast cancer some time after that…anyway what a small world!
Any chance you might know this family since Spencer was probably a very small community back then…or your Grandpa? I am sorry I cant remeber their names…!
Kerri
Hi Kerri… Thanks for stopping by and posting a comment.
I also spent a lot of time in Spencer, especially during the summer months, when we would also travel to nearby Lake Okaboji. I too have fond memories of those days. I was 2 years old in 67, so I can’t say I remember that time very well, but it’s possible my Grandpa knows these people you speak of.
I remember he lived by the railroad tracks, and across the tracks was a business which made concrete, so there were always huge piles of sand. I remember my brother and I waiting until the workers would leave, so we could climb up the piles. There was a cute little neighborhood grocery store about 2 blocks from his house. I believe it was called Johnson’s or something like that. We would go and buy candy there.
My Grandpa is 90 now, and his short term memory is not very good, but he may remember from long ago. I’ll ask him.