What memory are you
grateful for?
Well, Thanksgiving is coming up and for some reason, I
thought of a Thanksgiving at my great grandma’s house many years ago. I was
only six or seven and my Dad’s family had crowded into her small ranch house. I
was in her kitchen watching her cook or clean or whatever she was doing at that
point and I remember just listening to her tell me stories (I don’t really
remember them) and I asked if I could have a cookie out of her large glass
cookie jar on the counter. She pulled a chair up to the counter for me so I
could climb up and pull out one of those little round Italian cookies covered
in chocolate sprinkles.
So what memory are you thankful for?
~ Abby
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