This was my Granny's knife. She probably peeled a couple of dump trucks full of peaches and apples with it, prying the pits out and scaring me to death that she was going to cut a finger off. You can see by the shape that she sharpened the fire out of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Thanksgiving is so different without her and I miss her terribly. But, as all years go, when old traditions end, new ones begin. We had a new guest at our table this year. Long explanation short, my brother's girlfriend's son's friend from Nigeria had nowhere to go for the holiday. So, for his first Thanksgiving ever, he spent it with us. Talk about baptism by fire. What a gift he was! His parents run an orphanage and he told us of his life in Africa and had lots of questions about different goings on during this holiday season. We played a great game of Apples to Apples and he waxed us all! He taught the girls some soccer foot skills after dinner. He sampled every meal offering politely and enjoyed most everything. He taught the kids little games that he plays with all his siblings.
We are so grateful to Drew for bringing his friend to dinner and are so blessed by the time spent together with all who gathered in out home today. I hope you were truly blessed during your holiday.
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