My aunt told us about the rousing game of 20 questions she and her daughters had played on the drive to Rockville, a small town just outside of Zion National Park.
My aunt asked this question about the mysterious object to my cousin: "Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
My cousin responded with her own question: "The DVD or the machine?"
(Because what my cousin heard was 'Is it bigger than a Redbox?')
We all laughed a lot.
My cousin blushed.
But then...from the other end of the table... we heard this question from my dad, "What's a Redbox?"
Could the generation gap be any more clear?
Last year, during our annual post-Thanksgiving get together at my uncle's farm, we were missing an uncle.
The same uncle who had been missing for all of our family gatherings during the last year.
After years of a hard marriage, filled with hurt and heartache, my aunt, my dad's sister, divorced my uncle.
We supported her in her decision, and understood the reasons for the divorce. No one could believe that she had lasted as long as she did.
In spite of all that my aunt and her kids had been through, I still missed my uncle.
Two months ago my aunt called with the news that my uncle was in the hospital.
He had been in a car accident, and during an exam following the accident, the doctor had found a brain tumor.
A brain tumor that affected two areas: his optical nerve and his personality.
The tumor had been growing for years.
The removal of the tumor took most of my uncle's eyesight, and ALL of his negative behaviors.
My uncle is a different man.
A loving, kind, outgoing, patient, funny man.
Jason never knew the 'other' uncle. And he admires and respects the uncle he does know.
My uncle joined our family for the post-Thanksgiving festivities.
After a morning of pancakes with homemade huckleberry jam, a rousing game of Rook, and a lot of laughter my dad's brother voiced what we all had been thinking: "I love the new George."
I loved the old George, but I love the new George even more.
And if you're curious, that was my favorite part about Thanksgiving.
Well, that and the fact that we didn't have to hike Angel's landing.
It's a crying shame there was snow and ice.
Just look at that trail.
I'm an idiot.
An idiot who has hiked that trail twice in the last year.
What was I thinking???
Jason's 90-something-year-old grandma made the Jell-O salad for our Thanksgiving feast.
Jason's nephew took a bite of the Jell-O and came to the 'big people' table to show us what he found.
Somehow Grandma had managed to add a metal twist tie to the salad...probably just so that she could have a laugh when someone found it.
She's that kind of fun.