Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
A simple old Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago,"
With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head,
The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile,
With mother running in and out and laughing all the while."
When's the food going to be ready? Great-Aunt Bev and Uncle Dan anxiously await the meal as the smells waft through the house! Uncle Dan wanted to make sure we had Pepto-Bismol before he sat down to eat--we assured him he would simply have to suffer.
Dad carves the turkey under the watchful eye of our cousin Danny and his son, Brayden.
The sole picture of Mama, the photographer! She's goofing off at Susanna, who nabbed the camera!
"Then laughter rang throughout the home, and, Oh, the jokes they told;
Poetry from An Old Fashioned Thanksgiving by Edgar Alber Guest
Photos taken by Mama and Susanna (-: