Charlie, I’m including a few photos from Thanksgiving 2014.
Linda and Hazel came down for a few days.
We had such a really good, laid-back holiday.
We were all sitting on my porch talking.
You, Mom and Linda were sitting on the sofa.
Hazel and I were sitting opposite you in the chairs beside the lamp table.
Dad was sitting in one of the tall chairs at the porch dining table.
Max was sitting at his feet waiting his turn to be petted.
I didn’t have the correct lens, and when I went inside to change, everybody dispersed.
Dad was preparing for his hunting trip to Tennessee and Illinois the next day.
Linda and Mom were getting the feast ready.
You disappeared to your game room.
Hazel and I sat around talking.
Suddenly, the call came for dinner!
Mom served her beautiful, delicious standing rib roast. Everybody’s favorite.
And, by special request, my favorite cold clam soup.
I hadn’t dressed even.
So I appeared at the Thanksgiving dinner table in sweats!
But, so did you!
Typical of Granny, huh?
Mom’s reaction to a story somebody was telling.
The second photo expressed her horror response to some part of it.
What a fine holiday we had!