My memories of Thanksgiving are all happy ones. I remember Thanksgiving on my uncle’s farm near Bushton in western Kansas … capturing a tiny field mouse in the snow and playing in the barn hayloft with my cousins.
It took several tables to seat my many aunts, uncles, and cousins … and I think I was married before I ate Thanksgiving dinner on anything but a card table.
Of course, there was football to watch after the feast. But more often my dad and my uncles played Bridge for several hours. We cousins hit the lawn for a game of touch football. Remember, the Kennedy family did that … and we followed their lead.
In recent years we’ve spent many Thanksgivings with my wife’s family in Texas.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It means family, food, and expressions of grateful hearts. What could be better than that?