At the Maggie's HQ, we obviously had to take over the parlor for Thanksgiving. Cozy, ain't it? I'll have all the fireplaces going. Instead of my usual prayer, I will read Washington's 1789 Thanksgiving Day Proclamation this year.
Everybody brings a side or two or three, an hors d'oevre, or a dessert. I do the turkeys and stuffings, and Mrs. BD makes a few winter squash pies and the squash soup (for this crowd, served standing in mugs, not at the table). We have ages 3 to 91 this year.
This year, the youth will do all the dishes and put them away. They had darn well better...