When I was a kid, we always had Thanksgiving at my mom's mom's house. There were 18 grandkids and great-grandkids. "Stop running in and out" and "play with the younger kids" were usually yelled a great many times. It was a mad house and I miss it tremendously. After my grandmother passed away we don't all get together anymore. Now a small number of us get together at this or that house. I usually cook a turkey for just my husband and myself. We like the leftovers.
