Grandma would make her Puerto Rican rice, which we ALL love & I think she purposely rations out for special occasions. Of course I can't forget that my mom *always* made the ham--covered in pineapple rings with cherries in each center. Aunt Rosie always made pineapple upside down cake & Aunt Haydee, well...she 'made' a husband out of one of those marines...Aunt Ramona was the first to be whisked off by her military man early on, so we didn't spend as many Thanksgivings w/ her.
Each year drew a few different people, but the family was always constant; me, my parents, my brother(s), both grandmas & my aunts. Before we sat down to eat, we'd all stand around the table holding hands & one of the men, I think usually my dad, led us in grace.
Of all the things to remember, from those occasions, what stands out are the *people*...& I think that is really what is most important.
ETA: I was cleaning out the closet & recently found this picture--of this very event!
L to R: Mom, dad, brother, & service member helping little me push in my chair.