Thanksgiving

by queenlaur

Jack spends Thanksgiving with Jamie and his extended family. It turns out that the Bennett family has a tradition that started generations ago. They share stories, not fairy-tails or bed time ones ether. Family experiences, tales of first meetings, and long ago happenings, all told by the family in a vary unique way.

13. Boy do I miss that Mountin Music

Song: Mountain Music

By: Alabama

Start song at (1)

---

Mrs. Bennett, standing off to the side unnoticed by Jack, saw that the boy was relaxing and enjoying himself. He seemed completely at home here, so much at home that it seemed he was meant to be here. The more she looked at Jack the more she felt a sense of déjà vu as if she'd seen his face before, or someone that looked so much like him that he could have been a twin. As she thought to herself the laughter died down and Grandma Bennett took center stage.

"Do you know what I miss most?" Grandma Bennett asked.

"Tell us Grandma!" Several the kids called out.

"Tell, tell!" Sophie chanted.

"The old-fashioned music from the mountains. Pick don't you bring that banjo over here." After Rick, one of the older cousins, passed the instrument to his grandma she smiled at Grandpa Bennett. "I know you remember it too."

"Oh, do I ever!" Grandpa expertly played the banjo and soon everyone was clapping and stomping along. (1)

Jack remembered this kind of music. He liked it so much he couldn't help but get up and dance. His old days of barn dances with his friends and family came back with ease and he soon had all the kids dancing like a real mountain dancers. Adults, after watching their kids, soon joined into the dance. Before long it looked like a good old-fashioned barn dance, with a modern twist here there.

With Jack leading the way a couple a square dances started, there were "Yeehaw's" and "Yahoo's." It was a sight that brought tears of happiness to Jack's eyes. He felt like he was back with his village in the 1700s.

As the banjo struck its last cord everyone cheered, Grandma and Grandpa Bennett bowed in their seats then they clapped for the dancers. It was definitely a Thanksgiving none of them were going to forget!

Seeing how Jack had danced, the way he'd moved as if he'd lived during the time square dancing had first come out, set Mary Bennett's wanderings to rest. Excusing herself, she headed for the stairs. In her room Mrs. Bennett took an old, but well-kept, leather book from the shelf of her nightstand.