Oh, those old Thanksgiving dinners we used to have, when my mother laid out big spreads for the whole family.
It was a time for the relatives to come: Dad’s siblings Ethel, the Columbia School principal and Uncle Bert, the old bachelor from the Methow Valley.
Mother’s sister Eva and her husband Andy Anderson were regulars, and dad and Andy would spend the evening at the chessboard.
Dad’s cousin Warren and Mabel Woods and son Bob were always there. One…