Earliest Thanksgiving memory
mine is from the year I was 7 years old...it was the first time we were in the US for Turkey Day.
In our town was an orphanage operated by the Sisters of St. Francis. My parents a couple of weeks before T-Day went there and asked if they could bring a child home for the holiday. On the day before Thanksgiving we picked up a child a girl a year older than I named Caroline. What fun it was to have an another child in the home that holiday. In Tacoma it really snowed that weekend which in Tacoma it rarely does. I had so much fun with her playing with the other neighborhood kids.
On Sunday when she had to go back, I was very sad to see her go. It was the first time in my life that I contemplated what it would be like to have a sibling. Many years later, my mom told me that my parents were beginning to seek to adopt a child. My dad died 23 days later so that didn't happen. But it was a wonderful first Thanksgiving for me.
