SOUNDS OF THANKSGIVING: “You learned to play the scale; you are gifted. – So nice to have you come. – Gramma, I writed you a letter – Got anymore of Vicky’s cake left? – It took lots of pecans to fill that deep dish – John, that smoked turkey is delicious; no one can do it like you. – Whose girl is she? – That’s my Alice in Wonderland. – I want a picture of all seven girls. – I’m stuffed – Try this peach butter – I like your hair like that – Roger, you pray. – Carl, you can’t leave without “Thanksgiving”(singing) – Whatcha watchin’ – Remember Gena’s dressing? Mine’s called Stove Top. – Want some fruit salad? Yes, oops! – Get the boys in the picture. – That has to be three years ago, I can tell by the hair color. – I want to read my “Thanks” poem. – She can really swing that hoola-hoop. -There were 101 people came over. – Lord Jesus, we thank you. – Anyone want more sweet potatoes?”
NOT HEARD: That extra thirty pounds sure looks nice on you.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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