Thanksgiving Day 1955

Grandma and Grandpa are arriving with what I’m guessing are oranges for Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We’d know for sure if the color hadn’t faded to this.

I’m surprised it wasn’t at their place, since that was the usual center of family feasts.

Mom must have been feeling some trepidation. I’d love to hear her side of this event.

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