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I have great childhood memories of Thanksgiving. It's funny because it's really one memory, as we had the same traditions every year. That's a big part of it being a happy memory. It always began with a big breakfast. My dad made bacon and eggs, while my mom contributed homemade nut bread. She ground the nuts in one of those old grinders that screwed onto the counter, then she rolled nuts, cinnamon and sugar up in her homemade dough. It was great. After breakfast my sister and I would get mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows and settle in to watch the Macy's Day parade. My parents would then fix the turkey and dressing. I remember my dad breaking lots of white bread into pieces, and I remember the smell of sage. Back then, everyone actually put the dressing inside the bird. After Thanksgiving dinner we played Monopoly and card games like Hearts and Rook. It's funny looking back how much the simple traditions mean. --Terese
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