I've spent the last 30+ Thanksgivings in the same little old farmhouse just over the river and through the woods from here. It's my Aunt's mother who is now 99. She still lives alone, drives and works in the yard almost all year long. She's been hosting longer than i've been alive. For the last 10 years it's been over 30 people, dualing birds, 2 seatings, basically an all day affair.
I remember as a kid going over there and playing football out in the back yard with all my cousins. We'd drag out the old apple press and makes gallons of cider. My kids are now the age I was when I first started recalling this experience. They're playing with the same old wooden toys I did, they're playing football with my cousins kids. Ruby the host still serves up a mean bird, and won't sit til everybody has a full plate. I can't tell you what it means to me, it's a link to my past and i'm just happy my kids are getting a piece of it. I'm gonna eat at least 4 helpings at the first seating this year I can just feel it.....
My daughter gets a turn at the press a few years back.....
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