When I think of holidays, I think of my grandparents. Though we didn’t actually celebrate on Thanksgiving Day, our Thanksgiving wasn’t complete until we had given thanks with family at my Mama Bobbie and Papaw’s house. For twenty-eight years of my life, our Thanksgivings consisted of chicken and dressing, old-fashioned chocolate pies with “calf slobber,” football in the yard with cousins, napping on the couch after a great feast, great aunts and uncles visiting, men and boys going hunting while the women stayed behind to decorate for Christmas, and so much laughter.
