Just Another Norman Rockwell Day

I grew up yearning for Norman Rockwell holidays, painfully aware that my family would never quite measure up. After I went to live with my father and step-mother, we did have big family gatherings at Mamaw and PawPaw's tiny house in Ropesville, Texas. The table settings were simple, the food magnificent, my aunts striving to outdo each other. The men and children ate first; the women waited till last to find a place.

My son inherited the Gregory cooking gene. Each Thanksgiving he carefully prepares all the traditional dishes: turkey, dressing, giblet gravy, pickled beets, green beans, homemade pumpkin pies. And we are all most thankful.