Thanksgiving-Closed Wed.& Thurs. Nov 27-28, 2019! Open for Lunch Fri. Nov. 29, 2019!

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Thanksgiving-Closed Wed.& Thurs. Nov 27-28, 2019! Open for Lunch Fri. Nov. 29, 2019!

Each year I post my thoughts about Thanks and Giving, but this time it has a slight twist. Since I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2017 and have already been through surgery, chemo and radiation the rough years of treatment have passed and I have graduated to “in remission”. I have a lot more to be “Thankful” for! My entire perspective has changed and I will never take anything for granted again. Time is fleeting. We never know how much of it we will have to share, but when you are told that you have a life altering illness it changes everything! Be kind to everyone, help where you can, and always appreciate those you love and tell them daily because you want them to know how much they matter to you.  


Every day should be “Thanksgiving” or simply “thanks” and “giving”. Why limit one day to be grateful for all of your blessings and to share a meal with close  friends and family? The turkey dinner and all the trimmings are my favorite meal. I genuinely love the taste of the perfectly browned roasted turkey simmering in its own juices, carved by a member of the family and passed around the table. I love the cranberry sauce, the smell of the sweet potatoes baking and served like a baked potato with butter or filling the room with the aroma of the sweet potato casserole with a little bit of brown sugar, butter and pecans. I favor lightly steamed Brussel sprouts with a drizzle of butter so that they are still a little crunchy. I love the creamy gravy and like to float it like a little lake in my mashed potato crater so that it oozes like a volcano erupting over my turkey slices.

What I enjoy more than the dinner is the preparation with everyone helping in the kitchen elbow to elbow, setting the table with the “best dishes”, and the camaraderie of the clean-up efforts. I am a strong believer in whoever cooks should not have to clean! Sure there have been disasters in the past. Once I tried to make a “healthy” pie out of a whole wheat crust recipe by scratch. The filling was fine, but the crust could be hurled as a discus and hit a target taking it out like a mortar shell and still not chipped the crust! Then there was the time that I made my first turkey without the help of my Mom and forgot to check both cavities for giblets before cooking my turkey. Here my turkey sat in the middle of the table, golden brown, steaming with juices and ready to carve when we found the hidden bag of giblets. The sight of the giblets being fished out of the turkey still in the bag disgusted the family and off they went  to eat at a restaurant while I ranted and raved and ate my turkey by myself in between tears.

There were so many Thanksgivings shared over the years with many friends that were from far away or family that did not share the same city. As each year has passed the immediate family has grown smaller, the children got older, and new faces were brought home to share the Thanksgiving meal. While I was living in Hollywood, not far from the Hollywood Bowl I packed a turkey dinner with all the trimmings and took it to a Vietnam Vet that lived deep in the woods in the park surrounding the Bowl. It was obvious that he was homeless. I used to see him every day when I walked my dog. We soon became on a first name basis and I never left the house without a sandwich of some kind from that day forward.

I have spent many holidays serving meals in homeless shelters or cooking on Thanksgiving Day at the Salvation Army feeding thousands. Eating my own Thanksgiving dinner never made me feel as warm as that did. We have lost the art of being courteous, empathetic, and supportive of our fellow man. We need to give thanks to those that  work alongside of us and the people that have our backs every day in those nine to five trenches.

Appreciation is a forgotten art. We forget to say, “Hey, thanks! You really did a great job today; I appreciate your hard work!” It is something so simple yet is overshadowed by complaining of what silly thing went wrong that day. How many people forget to acknowledge the people who bagged their groceries, or helped them into an elevator by holding the door open? When I think of “Thanksgiving” I think of those that are less fortunate, those without food, shelter, jobs, money and family.

I can’t help wondering that if everyone took a few minutes to help someone in need that we would go a long way to solving this problem. I don’t have many material possessions, and most of the value in them is purely sentimental. The real value in life to me are my family, my friends, and all the journeys that I have traveled in life. When I was a frequent hiker I saw many magical moments of nature that seemed to be there just for my eyes to see and appreciate. I will be able to see those in my memory even if I lose my sight. I  have taken photographs of landscapes so breathtaking that I still carry them with me. It is a constant reminder of how thankful I have been to see such beauty with my own eyes.

I am thankful for how enriched I have been by enjoying the art that someone creates out of rubbish, or viewing the great masters hanging in museums. How thankful I am for music that has been there all of my life that has inspired me.

Thanksgiving  makes me think of how lucky I am to have a loving family and wonderful friends. Like most people, I spend so much time focusing on getting ahead that I don’t stop the grind long enough to realize how far I’ve actually come. I only wish that I had an equal number of years in the future that would make me feel as fortunate as the years that I have cherished and that are now behind me. Still, I would not change anything.

I value all that I have learned through my happiness and hardships and living through many amazing and scary minutes with people I have been close to through the years. I appreciate all the laughter I have had spending time with those that have made me happy in some of the most silly insignificant ways–like being with my sister and brothers, the rest of my family and many friends.

I think of all the joy my daughter has given me. I think of a lifetime of “best friends” that I never see often enough but still love as if I saw them yesterday. I think about being able to share the “104”-th birthday of my grandmother Mary. I remember milestones as if I was still experiencing them but I have gotten wiser as I passed through them. I think of all the remarkable things that I have been able to do in this half-of-a century-plus and all the dreams that have come true and that are still unfolding.

I see the vast journeys I have taken and everyone that has stood next to me as I took every step. I am thankful that every day I learn something new or I share a moment that starts with a small conversation with a stranger that brightens my day. Sometimes I look in the mirror or through old photos and I know time has passed but I think of every minute as a treasure that I have buried in my heart and keeps giving me even more to contemplate. I see my grey hair and my wrinkles and think has it really been 67 years? It went by so fast.

I could never thank all of the people that have meant the world to me for having influenced me and have helped to make me who I am today. I have lost touch with so many that I dare not wait another moment to let you know how important our customers and our staff have been for The Windsor. In our small way, we are giving “Thanks” to all of you for helping us be our best. We send our happiest thoughts and wishes for “Thanksgiving” and the holiday season to come. Enjoy your time with all the pleasures of the day with as many loved ones that you can.

You can never say enough “thank you’s”, “I need you”, “I love you’s” or ‘I miss you’s”, say it while you can to those that deserve it the most while they can still hear it. You can never give enough, but the joy is in every minute of giving. In some cases, real thankfulness is found in forgiving and in a new beginning. “I forgive you”, or “please forgive me” are some very hard things to say because pride is hard to swallow, so is losing that person forever. Make peace with your negative feelings and create a very happy thanks-and giving to all.

All my best wishes for the day,

Marsha  Goodale

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