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When I was a child, Thanksgiving was little more than midway point between Halloween and Christmas, lacking the magic of either. I didnโt much like the food (except pumpkin pie), I hated football (and still do), and I found my great-grandfatherโs extreme old age somewhat disquieting. However, as Iโve gotten older, Iโve come to appreciate this late autumn feast, to the point that it is now one of my favorite days of the year.
In retrospect, I fondly recall making the drive to my grandparentsโ country home on a cold and rainy day โ that is how I always remember it โ where my extended family had assembled and the scent of roasting turkey and sweet potatoes pervaded the house. After the meal, while the adults talked and watched football and drowsed, the children would...