What's your favorite Thanksgiving memory from childhood?
My favorite was gathering with all my cousins, aunts, and uncles at the
family apple ranch. All the furniture would be pushed back to allow for
one long table set up the full width of the small house.
Most of the time my cousins and I would be outdoors playing,
after all it was California.
However, there were moments of running indoors to check out
the table. Was the food out on the table yet.
We were so starving for all that good food.
The first thing that showed up were bowls of black olives.
For sure we would pop one on each finger when our aunts weren't looking.
Off we would run to nibble each finger with an olive.
I still remember one aunt shooing us outdoors when we got caught.
Still today I remember fondly, especially when I see the same instinct
with my grandson and olives on the fingers.
I would love to read of your fondest memory.
