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11.26.2009
What a thanksgiving! This was one for the scrapbooks. . . Ol' Mother Nature had thrown us one curveball we didn't expect, as the snowstorm picked up and made for trouble clean across the state. So we set out extra early - ain't no way we were going to miss Grandma's famous pumpkin gravy! But the weather caught up to us, and we got stuck in a rut just outside the county line. I got my shovel and started digging; it was the only choice we had. I dug my little heart out, but didn't seem to be gettin' no where, til I heard a voice. . .strong as the mountain, and yet soft as the summer hay. . . "Show's over, boys!" Holy cow - that's what Grandma used to say whenever she caught us skinny dipping in the molasses! It was Grandma! There she stood, trowel in one hand and gravy boat in t'other. . .She had spied us from the hillside, and come down to help! She laughed that magical laugh of hers, and that golden twinkle in her eye told me it was all gonna be alright. So, together, me and Grandma dug and dug, but we didn't seem to be getting nowhere. So finally, we sat down, and we had that gravy right there by the roadside, all 9 of us. Who woulda pictured such a sight! Then right before dark, a lone convoy come by and gave us a lift back to the base - we tiptoed in just in time to get the very last slice of ol' fashioned biscuit pie, and catch a peek at the stripper the sarge had hired. Well, the kids slept like logs that night, and as I tossed another fiddle on the fire, I lit up my pipe and leaned back and remembered to gave thanks for Grandma and all she'd done to make this a Thanksgiving to remember about.
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