Grandma for Thanksgiving

  When i was little, we usually went to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving.
  Except when Daddy was on call.  He had one of the very first, brick weight pagers in Indianapolis.
  This photo would be from about 1967.  Everyone came to our house.  And Grandma fell in love.  Puppy love.
  But who wouldn't?  Lad may have been at that awkward, gangly stage, but he was a magnificent dog even then, and he was exactly Grandma's type.

  As we gather with family and friends today, i wish you the warmth and joy of a peaceful gathering with family and/or friends (not necessarily to be confused with calm and quiet!) and the blessing of knowing Whom we are thanking on this day.

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