Happy Thanksgiving

11/22/23

When I was young, Thanksgiving in our family began early in the morning with a herd of kids and grandkids tucked under blankets all throughout Grandma and Grandpa’s tiny house in the Ozarks. If you slept through the rooster crowing, the backup alarm was Grandpa opening the creaky door to their wood-burning furnace and loading some of the wood that he an…