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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving at Grandma's ~

We always gathered at my Grandma's house for Thanksgiving. Her potato salad was the BEST! She would fuss and muss over the cooking and finally sit after everyone else had started to eat. She would be tired but satisfied that she had done her best.

I sure miss gathering around that large table spread with good eats. But, most of all, I miss sharing that day with my grandparents. Grandpa smiling and saying funny things and Grandma scowling at his antics.

That smell of a fine Thanksgiving meal is unmistakable. It hangs in my memories like a turkey filled mist.

I am thankful this day, of those precious memories of my childhood days spent at Grandma's.