Well I almost forgot that it was Thanksgiving in the states 'back home' since we celebrated ours here in Canada - a month and a half ago. Know I was talking to Stan earlier and didn't even say a word about it. Sometimes when you're in a different country, it is easy to momentarily forget holidays that 'change' dates. And then for so many years, after I came to Canada, I would just 'black out' the last week of November. We all have so much to be thankful for. Know Patti and I would have to agree - having out sons back from the war and back in North America has to top our lists. Thanksgiving, as a child, I always went to Grandma Jobes where we would have a combination Thanksgiving, and 3 birthday celebrations at once. Grandma's birthday was November 23rd. My Mother usually had to work - busy day for a telephone operator in the 1950's and 1960's. On one of my lists, there is a discussion going on about who in the past you would like to be able to talk to and what you would like to ask them. I would just like to go back and have some of Daddy's very spicy stuffing, Auntie's peach cobbler, and the real old-fashioned fruit salad and it was sweet. Then sit on the old front porch in Weatherford, Texas with Grandma and 'truly listen' to her stories of how they never really 'lacked' in the depression - even though she was a widow with 9 children - having lost Grandpa Jobe during the flu epidemic in April 1919 when Daddy was 3 months old. And at Grandmas on Thanksgiving, you just never knew who might show up for a 'surprise' visit. Now that I think back, there sure isn't many of us left that used to fill that old house. Remember Daddy was the youngest of the 9 and he was almost 33 when I was born. Now if I was going to go further in the past, I would kind of like to have had a long hug with Dorcas (MacKay) Job. And the one that I really feel for and have the most questions for would be Barbary - wife of Caleb Job. Bless you all. Ann