Thanksgiving memory
I’ve written on another page, the many Thanksgivings there have been, and how I loved all of them, from shooting the turkey with daddy in the woods of Sopchoppy, to the two story in Monticello and the duplex in Wilmore, Kentucky with my Uncles and mothers mamma, to Williston and Gulf Hammock camp C to our family making syrup in Crawfordville and Williston. Today we travel to Alabama with Melanies mother for our first Thanksgiving there. So many in the family now gone, estranged and out of range gathering again.
I am sure it’s the same in all our Thanksgivings.
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