On Thanksgiving morning my mother always began roasting a big turkey. She cut up the onions, celery, and bread to make the stuffing, put it in the turkey, and put the turkey in the oven. After a while, the whole house began to smell very good. At that time, turkeys took longer to cook than they do now, so we enjoyed the smell of turkey cooking for much longer. Otherwise, Thanksgiving is very much the same as now. Nobody has to go to work or to school. All day we look forward to having Thanksgiving dinner at a big table of family and friends.
One store always had a big corner window built to look like a little village with many toy trains going round and round the village. The trains stopped in the tiny pretend stations in the town. Then they went over pretend mountains and through pretend tunnels. We could hear the sounds of the train whistle and the little wheels chugging, broadcast into the street along with seasonal music. Sometimes we saw windows with Santa Claus and the Elves, or a big display of the characters from the Nutcracker ballet. Every year the displays were new.August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 February 2011 May 2011 September 2011 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012
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