When I was young, Thanksgiving started at noon on Wednesday, when the pie making began. All deep-dish. Three apple, three pumpkin, and one mince. Then the giblets would be boiled and the bread dried for the dressing. The cranberry sauce would be made, one with orange and one without but all with maple syrup.
The Turkey would be scrubbed and readied. The vegetables would be brought out to be on hand on the Day. We would eat a small soup supper and after supper the dressing would be assembled using the meat grinder to make onions and giblets into pulp.
Christmas music would start playing that night.
Grammie, miss you so.
That sounds wonderful.
I miss my Gram, too. She was an amazing cook, and such a nice lady. She always wore dresses with coordinating costume jewelry and heels. She never owned a pair of slacks in her life. She had at least five or six aprons. :)
Sounds very much like Thanksgiving Day prep at our house while growing up. The first job little kids were assigned was stuffing dates with nougat. Older kids moved up to assembling the relish tray. My job was to set the dinner table the evening before. China, sterling flatware, silver serving dishes polished and gleaming. Mom always had a centerpiece of a compote of fresh fruit. Thanksgiving dinner was a formal, happy dinner. I loved it. Yummy food, beautifully set table.