Ever notice how short the time gets between November and January? It’s like it’s the first day of fall and then, whoosh! you’re ringing in the New Year. All in the blink of an eye.

I call it “holiday daze.” It seems to occur every year. Like you’ve barely recovered from that humdinger of a July 4th picnic and now you’re cruising grocery aisles looking for turkey and cranberry sauce. This phenom seems more pronounced with the older than dirt crowd. (Don’t tell Mom I said that, okay? I’m still angling for dinner samples!)

Well. Dazed or not, one thing’s for sure: If it’s November, then The Holidays are just around the corner. And with them the memories of Thanksgiving Pasts. And stories. Lots and lots of stories.

So we thought now would be a good time for a blast from the past. We’re revisiting a Thanksgiving story Mom wrote about a hundred years ago. It’s called John Boy & Gentle Voices: A Thanksgiving Reflection.

Because most everyone has a holiday-ish story. Here’s one of ours.

Bon Appétit!

What’s your Thanksgiving story?