Today is Thanksgiving, and I am thankful for the many memories of the past 100 years---well, almost 100, just lacking six years and that’s not much.
I remember it well. It was over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house, they came. Their cars knew the way, they were happy and gay, Hurrah for Thanksgiving day.
For over fifty years Christine cooked a big turkey, made the dressing, mashed the potatoes and made lots of her super gravy. There was sweet potatoes, a large head of cauliflower surrounded by peas, hot rolls and plates of relishes and cranberry salad. She took extra time to make a second dressing, a hard kind that I liked, and soon many others preferred it too.