A Thanksgiving to Remember

Sheila Bunting

© Copyright 2014 by Sheila Bunting


Photo of a Thankgiving turkey.


It was a windy and rainy day in Hatfield, a little town in Massachusetts. On Winter’s Lane lived the Hall family. Jack was your typical seven year old with lots of energy and a very vivid imagination. The town of Hatfield was  small and quiet and people there are very friendly.

As the day became more windy and pouring with rain, you could hear it hit the roof top.
Jack ran into the house soaking wet.
In a loud tone Mrs. Hall said, “Jack, what in the world are you doing coming in here all wet and messing up the new floors your dad just put in. And you are supposed to wipe down in the mud room.”
A few seconds went by, then Jack replied back. “Sorry, Mom.   I was hanging out with my friend, Hank Duncan, and we got carried away, I didn’t want to be late.”
Not that Hank Duncan again. “I thought we were done with imaginary friends,” says Mrs. Hall.
But mom, Hank Duncan is really real. I see and talk to him everyday at Winter’s Park.”
Now come on Jack you know that isn’t true.”

"Jack, how old is your friend Hank Duncan? And what do you two talk about? If I may ask," said Mrs. Hall.


He is 70 years old and he is really cool Mom.  He wears a long black coat with shinning buttons with a gray hat.”

Mrs. Hall was thinking to herself in disbelief.

Jack went on “we talk about all kinds of things.”


He tells me story’s about his time in the Korean War, and how it was when he was my age.

 “Ok” Said Mrs. Hall with a sharp tone. Enough about this friend Hank Duncan go get off those soaking wet clothes now, so we can make our famous pumpkin pie.”


Finally Jack came down stairs all dry. “I am really sorry mom about getting the new floors wet said Jack.”
It’s ok Jack, don’t let it happen again.”


They began to make that famous pumpkin pie, which was a big Thanksgiving hit.
As Jack was mixing the filling, He turned and looked up at his mother with those big blue eyes and said “can Hank Duncan come over for Thanksgiving Dinner.”

Mrs. Hall shook her head still in disbelief and replied back “we will see, now keep mixing, the crust is almost ready for the filling.”

Can I poor the filling in the crust asked Jack.”

Of course you can, don’t you do that every year? It has become a family tradition.

Yeah your right mom, I wasn’t thinking. I have my mind on my friend Hank Duncan. He lives all alone and has no family. I am his only best friend “please, please mom ‘can Hank Duncan come for Thanksgiving dinner”, once you and dad meet him, you will just love him.”
In a strong tone Mrs. Hall replied back “I will have to talk this matter over with your Father.” She sign then continue “ do you no how silly this all seems, we have never meet your friend Hank Duncan, we no nothing about him, only what you have told us “now no more talk about this till your Father gets home”, go wash your pie bowl , Then get out of the kitchen. I have dinner to make plus all the trimmings for Thanksgiving.”

As Jack was walking away He turned and said “mom can I go to winter’s park for awhile.”

I suppose, but be back before dinner.”
Jack ran away to Winter’s Park which was only two blocks. There He saw Hank Duncan with his long coat and gray hat sitting on the park bench. Jack came up to the bench and sat down next to Hank Duncan with his head held down, “What in the world is wrong with you son” said Hank Duncan.”
My mom and dad don’t think you’re real.”


Well do you blame them, they have never met me.”

Yeah your right” said Jack in a low tone, and then said “will you come to Thanksgiving dinner and tell all your cool war story’s if they say yes.”
Hank Duncan looked at Jack with a big smile on his face “well if it’s ok with your mom and dad,” I would love to join you and your family for Thanksgiving”
Jack then put his arms around Hank Duncan’s neck with his eyes lit up and said “I will meet you here at two o’ clock “and if I show up that means they said yes”. This will be a Thanksgiving to remember.”
Yes it certainly will be” said Hank Duncan with a happy tone.
Jack said bye to Hank Duncan and ran all the way home but He didn’t forget to stop in the mud room to take his muddy shoes off. Jack walked into the living room and said “Hi dad”
Mr. Hall replied back with a stern tone “what’s this friend Hank Duncan your mother’s has been telling me about.”
Please dad” said Jack “you will love Hank Duncan”
I guess we have room for one more seat” said Mr. Hall as he winked at Mrs. Hall.
The biggest smile came upon Jacks face; He kissed his dad and said “thanks dad, this will be a Thanksgiving to remember.
After dinner Jack said good night and went off to bed
Mr. Hall looked at Mrs. Hall and said “what are we going to do with that child. “Mrs. Hall shook her head and they both laughed.
The next morning had arrived; sleepy eyed Jack pulled himself up from his bed and made it down stairs. He could smell the Turkey cooking. He could almost taste it in his mouth. “It smells really good mom” said Jack still trying to wake up.
Thanks son” are you ready to help?” We have a lot to do” said Mrs. Hall and continued with “I still have cooking to finish “I thought you could help set the table”
Ok” said Jack, still wiping the sleep from his eyes.
In a soft tone Mrs. Hall says it won’t be long till we meet your friend Hank Duncan.” “Meanwhile eat your breakfast so we can get everything set up”
As Jack was washing his bowl He said “Hey mom who will be coming to thanksgiving dinner?”
Mrs. Hall replied back “well it will just be us three and of course your friend Hank Duncan, everyone else had other plans this year”

Jack finished setting the table which looked beautiful. He always loved how his mom could take food and make it look like it should be in a magazine “good job” said Jack.

Mrs. Hall said “thanks Jack, now go and get dressed and don’t forget to wear a tie, by the time you get ready it will be time for you to go get your friend Hank Duncan”
Jack ran straight upstairs as if he was running with a football.
Mrs. Hall pulled out the Turkey with dressing, she took a sniff, and thought to herself “I do such good work” jack finally came down stairs. His eyes got real big as he saw all the beautiful settings and all the amazing food then said “I have to give it to you mom, you really out did yourself this year”
Well thank you my sweet Jack” said Mrs. Hall.” I am going to go get Hank Duncan”

And when will dad be home?” said Jack.
He will be here by the time you and your friend Hank Duncan get back here.” So run along, you don’t want to be late do you?” said Mrs. Hall.
No said Jack” “see you in a little while and out the door, Jack went.
Mrs. Hall yelled “don’t run Jack “You’ll mess your suit up.”
Yes mom” said Jack. I hate this tie said jack to himself.
Mr. Hall walks in and say’s “smells delicious” “It’s only going to be us four this year.”
Said Mr. Hall, Mrs. just smile back still in disbelief about Jacks friend.

Jack got halfway to the bench in Winters Park and there He was Hank Duncan wearing a orange scarf. Jack ran up to him said “nice scarf.

Thanks” said Hank Duncan.
Jack took a minute and said “They said yes.”
I see that” says Hank Duncan.
Jack took a hold of Hank Duncan’s hand and off they went to Jacks house.
Jack says “mom and dad are going to be so surprised,”
Why is that” said Hank Duncan
Because they don’t believe you are really real.”
They looked up at each other and giggle.
Well they will certainly be surprised” said Hank Duncan.
Jack and Hank walks into the house “mom, dad we are here” yells Jack.
We are in the dinning room” says Mrs. Hall.

Jack and Hank Duncan walked into the dinning room, Mr. and Mrs. Halls mouth dropped. There was silence for a moment.
Mrs. Hall said “nice to meet you Hank, you are real.”
Yes I am” said Hank Duncan” It’s nice to meet both and thank you for having me over for this special occasion.
Well any friend of Jacks is a friend of mine.” So please take your coat off and join us say’s Mrs. Hall.
Mrs. Hall took Hanks coat and hung it on the coat rack.
Jacks says “You have a tie on too."
Yes I do. I have to clean up sometimes replied Hank Duncan.”
They all laughed then began their meal.
Everything looks and smells so good “says Hank Duncan.
Thank you Hank” said Mrs. Hall.
As they began to pass the food around Mr. Hall says “Jack tells me you were in the Korean War.?
That is right” said Hank Duncan.
Well my Father served as well in the Korean War” said Mr. Hall.
My Mother and Father passed away three years ago, three months apart.”
I am sorry to here that” said Hank Duncan.
He told his war stories; then Hank says in an excited tone. “I had a best friend in the Korean War; He was there for me through the hard times. His name was Witt Hall.
Mr. Hall said with a surprised look. “That was my dad’s name.” Hank then pulled out a torn and worn out picture from his wallet and says “He was my very best friend and then we lost touch with another.”
May I see the picture” said Mr. Hall.
You certainly can” said Hank Duncan.
Mr. Halls eyes lilted up and said that’s my and tears filled his eyes.

Mr. Hall raised his glass and said “Jack was right this is a Thanksgiving to remember.” 

They continued to talk about the old days, as they finished their Thanksgiving to remember.

My name is Sheila Bunting. I am forty seven years old I am from Kentucky, but I live in Rockfrod, IL. I am going to school full time. In my spare time I enjoy working out, cooking, reading and I enjoy volunteering when I can. I view life as you get out of life what you put into life and there isn't anything you can't do if you put your mind to it and work hard.

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