When I think of celebrating Thanksgiving as a child I think of celebrating in this house.
This is the farmhouse my Dad grew up in and my grandma lived in until her death in 1990.
The exterior has changed a lot. All the trees and out buildings are gone…but I can still in vision every building and every tree that surrounded the house. The physical place may look different but my memories remain the same.
This is a great photo that really captures the small-town essence of your childhood home. Thanksgiving does have a way of making us reflect.
I met you at Danny Ray’s Meet and Greet. Nice to meet and greet you.
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I look forward to visiting your blog
I will look forward to that! Thanks in advance!
Childhood memories are extraordinarily powerful … all the better when they are happy ones 🙂