Thanksgivings remembered and recounted by my father
The 1960s - 1970s: When I was a little youngster, my family of eight (three brothers, three sisters and our parents) would head out to our grandparents’ farm just outside of Bolus, Nebraska. I remember having fun with all of our cousins, playing a game where we would throw a ball over the roof of the grands’ house. This, of course, irritated grandma but it was fun anyway! Occasionally we would also go to visit the other set of grandparents in Summerfield, Kansas. The cousins there were either way older or way younger than all of us but we still managed to have fun with each other.
The 1980s -...
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