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| 1979 |
Growing up in the nether-lands of California we had no family to join us for Thanksgiving, although I remember an occasional stray joining the table. Even so the day was festive, we would gather leaves and small bunches of grapes from the neglected vineyard across the street to decorate the holiday table. The wonderful smells of cooking would permeate the house all day.
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| 1980 |
There were always home made rolls, Waldorf salad, piles of mashed potatoes and turkey with all the trimmings.
Over the years the family has grown and shrunk. In the early years of marriages travel was too expensive for trips home each year...and for that matter my childhood home was gone. But there was always a feast somewhere for everyone.
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