Keeping one eye open during the patriarch’s thirty minute blessing, we watch the children’s tables in the hall. Gramps gives the annual prayer-speech about how he and “mother” started all this, mentioning each of the Lord’s blessings (big, small and questionable) and all relatives deceased, absent or unwelcome. The irreverent among us let their minds wander and arrive at a singular thought: Where’d that Wild Turkey get off to?
--Excerpted from Thanksmas, a memoir of the most wondered-at time of the year
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Sounds fun Lucy.
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
Well, not always fun, but usually very interesting.
Good sentences, Lucy!
Well, thank you, William. Those are kind words.
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