“It was always a day of bounty when I was young. My best memories, however, are of the days when my older sons were teenagers and my youngest was just a baby. In those days, the morning was filled with men getting out to hunt–boots clumping, guns stacked at the door, gloves and hats and orange vests everywhere, coffee constantly being made, and lots of excitement, even if no one got a deer. If it was snowing so much the better. I’d be inside cooking and getting the big dinner ready. We raised our own turkeys and vegetables, and often had a venison roast as well. It was day full of the richness of late autumn, late childhood, and good food.”
Granny Sue – November 2008
I hope you enjoyed Granny Sue’s memories of Thanksgiving.