Thanksgiving

When I was growing up. We had some great Thanksgiving days. My mother had a tendency to ask people to come. There was a single lady at church that came often, soldiers from Fort Riley, later in-laws of her children so you never knew who would be there. She was not a great cook. One year we had duck instead of turkey and it was really greasy. She liked to make rolls and they were good. We had cinnamon rolls with raisins until one of her grandsons said he did not like raisins so she made some just for him. One Thanksgiving vacation Helen went to Kansas City to have her eyebrow replaced she had lost in a wreck so she was bandaged up. The soldiers were very sympathetic. My Mother loved to have a crowd. It was too bad she was not a great cook but we were used to it and she did enjoy the holiday.