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I don't really have any childhood memories of Thanksgiving. My father couldn't cook, so there would not have been any roasted turkeys or cornbread dressing. When my sister and I were old enough to cook, we didn't have the repertoire that would have allowed for any of the typical Thanksgiving meals. I remember a lot of meals which came mostly from cans or frozen packages. I suppose we might have eaten at the homes of friends for holidays, but I don't remember any. I do have a picture taken of a family meal at my Indiana grandparents' home when I was a child, and I think it might have been Thanksgiving. (That's me with the pigtails at the big table.) This is the best I can do. When my dad remarried, I was 13, and my stepmom was a wonderful cook. From that time on, we celebrated "Turkey Day" as a huge meal. We watched the Macy's parade on TV while dinner cooked--all of us helped with the meal--and usually had a big crowd at the table. We also were allowed naps afterward, one of the few days that was acceptable. It's as though Thanksgiving didn't exist in our family until 1966! --Janice
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