“The winds of Thanksgiving always blew toward the big white house that used to sit back from the river here. Once a year they whistled up the clan, calling the kin back from city and town and the hills around. There was the pull of family in them, the yearning of kin to be with kin. Uncle Jake always said – and Aunt Minnie agreed – that Thanksgiving needed family.”
I’m hoping the winds of Thanksgiving blow good things to you and yours today.