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THANKSGIVING AT GRANDMA'S |
MY
MEMORIES OF THANKSGIVING AND IN FACT MY ONLY MEMORIES OF THIS EVENT FROM
MY CHILDHOOD ARE FROM MY GRANDMA WINEGAR'S HOUSE. SHE LIVED IN A CABIN STYLE
HOUSE ABOUT HALFWAY BETWEEN CLINTON AND WARSAW, MISSOURI AND THE SURROUNDINGS
ARE TYPICAL OZARK HILLS. THE KITCHEN WAS SEPARATED FROM THE LIVING ROOM BY
A SIX FOOT BAR OR AT LEAST IT SEEMED SIX FOOT TO A NINE YEAR OLD KID.........................
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.........................ONCE
HER AND MY MOM STARTED COOKING DINNER THE WINDOWS WOULD BECOME COVERED WITH
CONDENSATION TO THE POINT YOU COULDN'T SEE OUT. I REMEMBER THAT HER BOSTON
FERN SITTING IN FRONT OF ONE OF THOSE WINDOWS LOOKED REAL HAPPY AND KNOWING
WHAT I DO NOW WAS A PERFECT HABITAT FOR ANY FERN. SHE ALWAYS MADE SURE YAMS
WAS PART OF THE FEAST KNOWING IT WAS MY FAVORITE AND MY CONSTANT BATTLE TRYING
TO FIGURE OUT WHAT DRINK SHOULD BE USED TO WASH DOWN CRANBERRY SAUCE THAT
DIDN'T GIVE ME CAUSE TO MAKE A FACE. IT'S FUNNY THE THINGS YOU REMEMBER FROM
YOUR CHILDHOOD AND THANKSGIVING AT GRANDMA'S IS ONE OF MY BEST.
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