I remember as a child we made hand turkeys and put on plays honoring the Pilgrims and Squanto and his fellow Indians who taught the settlers how to survive. .
We could never truly understand what they endured, but we at least were taught to honor and remember their journey.
I remember as a very young child the family gathering at Grandma and Poppy's home We would all sit around the table count our blessings and listen to and share stories and laughter over a beautiful inlaid wooden bowl filled with mixed nuts. I still have that bowl. the nut crackers and picks that went with it. I