What a great idea, everyone. The weather was as close to Southern Calif. during Thanksgiving as you can get. I had the top down on my '97 Sebring convertable, and in the house we were watching football games with the doors open. My heart and mind went back to the Rose Park Thanksgivings in SLC, watching Grandma (May) roast turkeyand smelling the baked Parker House rolls. There were two items that my family liked to steal from Grandma's after dinnertime -- the rolls (hoping to get trundles of them that we would carefully wrap, and a pumpkin pie, if we could --). May always made mincemeat pie,. I've never tasted it anywhere else.
I remember Faun and Ken, (John) Scott and Sue -- freckle-faced, pink cheeked kids. Ken would sit in the dining room smoking and telling the funniest stories and laugh up a storm at everyone else's. And BJ would show up with her fiance (now husband), holding hands. I thought she was such sophisticated college girl.
My parents -- well, Richard (aka Dick, and my dad) loved to be the ham. And Virginia would giggle and shake her head that things were so outrageous. Good memories of May sneaking a beer with Dad grumbling at her. I know she felt she deserved one! I remember May's bedroom with the high bed and dark furniture. And the dizzying floral perfume that would linger in her bedroom.
Weren't the walls cement? And the skinny windows? I believe I could hear the train whistles. Those were the days. And Sue! I remember how good your mom, Faun, would look in shorts in the summertime == and I would think how she hated to be cold, and she must be yearning for Spring and comfy clothing again. The good old days of Thanksgiving at Rose Park. Take care, everyone.
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