Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday for decades. It was always about family and, of course, great food. The adults didn't seem stressed or as tired as they were in December. There was a lot of laughter and joking. Extended family would come by. Friends would drop by. It was just fun.
One Thanksgiving, when I was about 10 or 11, I was allowed to help with the dishes after dinner (before dishwashers). I really felt grown up because I wasn't shooed away like the younger children, and as I had been in the past. I wanted to help with the kitchen clean up because the ladies always seemed to have so much fun talking and laughing. And the kitchen was SMALL. So they were always "running" into each other. But it didn't matter.