This Ain't the 1960's Turkey Day

"Who's Gramma talking to in the kitchen?" asked one of the Millennials.

"She talks like that under her breath all the time, bruh." answered Gen Z.

"Stop being disrespectful about her, she's trying hard to make this a great day for us!" prompted Gen X

"She told me she likes to talk to her Mama and Grandma sometimes. She said they help her cook." the young Gen Alpha interjected.

They must have all looked so shocked when little Alpha dropped that bomb, that she then asked, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, baby. You're good." said Gen X, rushing in to give her a hug. Everyone knew that the Great-Grandma Silent Generation was certainly silent because she had been long gone from the world, as had her mom, Big Momma from the Greatest Generation.

Now Gen X was beginning to worry about her mother having an onset of dementia. If that were to happen, it would most likely mean that one of her brothers or her sister would need to step up. "We're all so busy with our own lives..."

Gramma Boomer's meal didn't disappoint. She had been cooking and preparing for days before. She had learned from years before that it was pointless to think that everyone was going to sit around a table to eat, though. "There are too many of them, anyway," she said aloud. (It had not gone unnoticed.)

Instead, she covered a long table with her best gold tablecloth and laid out her Thanksgiving spread of love for them to feast on. A smaller table with desserts stood close by and also one for the drinks.

Even though the sitting-around-the table tradition had gone out of the window, Gramma heralded, "Before we eat, we pray!!" No objections were dare made and all heads were lowered. Most of the adults in the family were unchurched or even called themselves agnostic, but Gramma believed that one day they would all be "saved" by her prayers and the grace of God.

They all seemed to find their spots to eat. Regardless of which generation they came from, the males centered around the television for football "game day."

As Gramma Boomer looked around, she noticed that most of her family had a cellphone in hand between bites. "What a shame," again speaking her thoughts. Sometimes she could swear that she heard the voices of her mother and dear grandmother saying, "Now honey, they aren't hurting anything with those contraptions."

But they did seem to pipe up a bit out of confusion over one of the Millennials having pink hair and a wife of the same sex. And to be honest, they were still trying to accept that one of the Gen Zs wasn't married and had two multi-racial children. They did admit that the children were adorable and precious, said the cutest things, and most definitely had our traits in good looks and bad behaviors. They also both agreed, that in their day, if they had chosen a wife over a husband, their lives might have been a whole lot easier. And at that, they all giggled.

"Mom, what is so funny? Why are you laughing?" asked slightly disturbed Gen X who was still a bit concerned about her mother's mental state.

"Oh, nothing. I was just remembering when your Great-Grandma made us all some home-made banana pudding one Thanksgiving. She didn't tell us until we had eaten it, that she had accidently grabbed the wrong "vanilla" flavoring bottle. Instead she had unknowingly used the one that read, "Castoria" and afterwards, didn't want to throw out the pudding, but just served it anyways."

Funny thing is...this year nobody ate the banana pudding...I wonder why?

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This is for Sarah Parker's Unofficial November Fictional Challenge: