Every
year for Thanksgiving, my mom and I drive down to the house of my mom's
best friend (Ollie), in a tiny town named Manchester, Ky. Some of her
relatives come over, nieces, cousins, etc. Her dad, son, and husband
always make an appearance (to varying degrees). Even though we're not
related by blood, we're family. In fact, the biggest reason I look
forward to Thanksgiving is that I know I'll get to see Ollie (and
others). And also the three days off from school (thank goodness). And
the food is great too, a fact I've come to appreciate more as I've
gotten older. We have the usual things: turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed
potatoes, mac-n-cheese, broccoli casserole, rolls, pumpkin pie, etc.
Ollie
and I have gone Black Friday shopping together the past few years, a
new "tradition" I suppose. The only store we go to is Wal-Mart, though,
because there aren't a lot of other places to go Black Friday shopping
(told you the town is small).
I
don't have any Thanksgiving memories that especially stand out.
However, meeting- for the first time- Ollie's first granddaughter
this year was pretty great.
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