Growing up, Thanksgiving meant high school football games, a turkey dinner with all the trimmings, and time with family that lived close by. Aunt Eileen would come by early and help with the cooking. Mom taught me to bake when I was a child, so I helped by making the pies the day before the holiday, starting around age 12. After dinner was done and the dishes were put away, we’d talk and play games. Oh, and later we would eat some more from the leftovers. What is it about leftovers that make them taste even better than the first time around? It was a fun time filled with many memories that linger to this day!

Today, like many people, we live far from family. We tried solitary celebrations, but I think we can agree it’s not the same. It’s the people that truly make the holiday. It isn’t ea

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