My Uncle and Aunt are twins and they were born 60 years ago this week. I am just two months older than them. When they were born..there were three babies in the house..my Mother was staying with her parents while my Dad was in Korea. Can you imagine the cloth diapers the three of us went through?
This is my Aunt Karen and my Uncle Kenny. Karen was very spoiled and often got me and Kenny into trouble. She used to bawl even before we thought about doing bad stuff to her..she was a brat. Kenny was a fun kid..and remains a very good friend..even though we don’t see him very often. He is one of my favorite people.
It was with these two that I spent almost every Thanksgiving Day from the time I could remember until I was married. Grandma would spend the entire week preparing the feast and the house would be filled with Aunts and Uncles and babies..lots of babies over the years…and lots of dishes too. The men would be in the dining room and spill over into the living room and all the women and children would be in the kitchen. It would be a long day..I always wanted to be home by the time The Wizard of Oz came on TV..remember when it was telecast only on Thanksgiving evening..or sometimes Christmas Day in the evening? It only came on once a year..there were no reruns. Sometimes Kenny and Karen and I would all be sitting right in front of the TV in the living room watching the magic unfold..and then my parents would say “Come on..it is time to go home.” So I would miss 25 minutes and I would hope all the way home that the commercials were very very long.
The Wizard of Oz, stuffing with apples and raisins, dark turkey meat and pumpkin pie with real whipped cream….just a few memories of Thanksgiving so long ago:)