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.
Conversations Around the Tree 
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.
Janice
Hi Janice,
Thank you for stopping by and taking time to comment.
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 š
Agreed