The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1879-12-19
Aunt sIEarriet's samp Pudding.

et-sinking wearily into the splint-
bottorned rocking chair, setting her felt
slippered feet upon the ove-hearth,
and clasping her hands in front of her
knees-ssI declar' fort, if don't think
sThanksgivin' day matter of cookin'
and eatin' is the most foolish OF all our
New England notions. Every year
since can remember tie programme
has been the same. The whole month
of November spent in preparln' TOR this
grand gastronomical exhibition, as
Parson Ioend'lto used to call it. /
have never in my life been away from
this house on Thanksgisin' day and
ey'ry year we've been overrun with
comp'ny. Father wouldn't think twas
Tharksgivin', I s'pose, it the house
wasn't full For my part, should like
a change; either to go som'ers Thanks
givin' day, and be waited on, or stay
at home by myself"
| "Oh, Harriet, wouldn't talk SC"
demonstrated grandmother, who was
taking off her false front and putting on
her white muslin mghtcap. Is You
know the work of preparin' for dear
ones is pleasantNgork. Our social fam
lily gatherin's make us all better and
happier. Your father would feel dread
fully cut up to hear you run on in this
cpmplainin' way about maxim Thanks
givin'. OF course you are tired to-
night, but don't think about that count
over your marcies, aed think how much
you have to be thankful for"
"IIum," went on the wearied spinster
in her peculiar nasal tone, 81 could make
thanksgivin' in my heart SO that it
would sing for joy without maxim such
an ado about my stomach"
Reaching down and opening the oven
door, suggestive and delicious odor,
as of baking fowls and browning pastry,
burst forth, filling the ro6my kitchen.
She peeped inside the oven for 9lo-
mement, turned around one of the pans,
using corner of her long, straight,
blue print apron for holder, and then.
shutting in the culinary wonders which
were TO grace to morrow's dinner she
continued
81 have spent three weeks in house
cleaning, only to get everything III
apple pie order just i'll time 10 be turned
topsy turyy. Every room is full to-
hight, and must stretch my tired
frame on lounge. 1t never makes
any difference where Harriet sleeps !;
she can be tucked anywhere. Last
night was up till IL o'clock to get
the pound cake baked. Night before
last it was the miuce and pumpkin pies.
| Tonight it will be IL before these
chicken pies are Drowned fit to be seen,
and fiat midnight before / can get to
bed. ! am tired and sick of the great
national stutfing day, and for my own
part shan't want mouthful of the nice
TODD that the pantry shelves are groan-
ing under. l would far rather have
bowl or samp and milk, and day of
leisure along with it,
The bedroom door just behind the
| speaker was unlatcI,ed, and John and
hIs wife, who had late in the evening
driven in from the west part of the
town, SO as to be at home to breakfast
Thanksgiving morning, and who bad
been put into Harriet's room, heard
every word of this TRADE.
"We'll have them all next year if we
get the house fixed over" whispered
Jane under the blue and white cover
lid and John nodded assent, whisper
ing in his turn
s'It's hard on Harriet, to be sure"
The project was broacEed next day.
was agreed to by all hands, and through
out the year it was talked of as q settled
thing that their next Thanksgiving
reunion should he held at John's.
Father and mother are to come
over on hIonday," said Johns wife, as
the festival season drew near, aand on
Wednesday, when the preparations are
nearly or quite complete, we will send
the team for Harriet"
"I'll not make that amount of trou-
BILE for anybody replied tie maiden
sister, who was, in fact, the mainstay At
the homestead ssIf conclude to join
in your dinner, will, on Thursday
mornin' walk over through the woods
in time 70 &c to meetin' with y9u.''
Grandpa BuxloD'a farm consisted Of
. long strip lying between two rivers,
with wooded hill about midway OF
its length. Grandpa lived il, al old
farm house in the eastern meadow. and