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Ah, Thanksgiving. Like all of you, we sat around the groaning board, swapped lies and told tales.  Mostly though, we feasted on the stories ~ the memories of Grandma’s chicken soup with rice, the cast-off toilet (lid up, of course) in the yard, Ma’s frozen French fries cooked with a brick of lard in the cast iron skillet. Oh, and the mayonnaise controversy. So much history here.

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The house, built in the 1800’s and moved to its present location, is full of Remember-Whens. A new table looms large and stands where bunk beds barely contained three boys.  A granite undermount sink replaces the chipped porcelain basin in what used to be the old pantry.  We love this old house and the people in it. They care about the eaves and beams, the joists and rafters. The family home is aging gracefully and for that we are thankful.

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I heard Judith Viorst talking about her new book, Unexpectedly Eighty.

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At our Thanksgiving table, and here at Words We Women Write, we are all Unexpectedly ~ Older.  Viorst muses about spoiling grandchildren, driving at night, and fear of the great outdoors. But the recurrent theme is the simple celebration of life. She says, “Life is not about seeing the glass half empty or half full. The point is that you have a glass.”  So I raise my glass to you, Beloved Family and Loyal Readers. Notice everything and live it all.

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Who better to remind us than Anthony Dominick Benedetto~

~ aka Tony Bennett- son of a Italian immigrant. A Singer’s Singer.

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Let the music play as long as there’s a song to sing ……….

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As I write, I notice flurries of snow.

………….and I will stay younger than Spring.


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………….You know you have a story to tell.  Don’t wait.



Toni

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