The aromas of Thanksgiving dinner remind me of my paternal grandmother. As a child growing up, we always went to Grandma's house where all the aunts and uncles came, too, and lots of cousins! She lived in a big old house with two stairways, and lots of rooms. We had so much fun. And my grandma was an excellent cook. I can still smell the turkey and feel the heat of the stove in the kitchen and hear the chatter and laughter of both children and adults. So many good memories.
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As a child growing up, we always went to Grandma's house where all the aunts and uncles came, too, and lots of cousins! She lived in a big old house with two stairways, and lots of rooms. We had so much fun. And my grandma was an excellent cook. I can still smell the turkey and feel the heat of the stove in the kitchen and hear the chatter and laughter of both children and adults. So many good memories. 
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