On Thanksgiving and beyond, we basked in the shine of Margaret’s grace
by Murr Brewster
Nov 23, 2022
2 minutes
Thanksgiving 1958: It was grand. The house smelled like real butter – we were a margarine family the rest of the year – and the whole family was together. Usually it was just my folks, my sister Bobbie, and me, but this day David and Margaret, who were old enough to be living on their own, were home too. That meant fun, and
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