His birthday was November 26 and we would celebrate on Thanksgiving at my folks’ house, usually with several aunts, uncles and cousins around the table.
My dad was a GP who practiced on the ground floor of our house. Every year as our guests arrived they’d stop in his office for a flu shot from my dad, and then head upstairs for my mother’s turkey.
Her turkey always delicious, and his flu shots – always painless!
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Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!