We’re headed up into the wilds of Otisville once again to visit with Mom and Dad for a little pre-Thanksgiving get together. This year we’ll be headed out to my in-law’s place for Thanksgiving as we continue the cycle back and forth each year.
Thinking back on my childhood I seem to recall that we spent a lot of Thanksgivings at my grandparent’s from my mother’s side of the family. The Jenkins side lived in North Carolina and my grandmother died while I was still relatively young and I never knew my grandfather from that side of the family. My (step) Dad’s family we visited only rarely for reasons I’m not entirely clear on, so any Thanksgivings away from home were with my mother’s parents. In many ways it’s like I grew up with only one set of grandparents whereas Courtney has had up to four sets for awhile; she’s down to three sets now.
Not really sure I had a point with this, other than we’re headed up north for an overnight visit, but I got stuck in a sort of morning reminiscence mode.