After traveling for 10 hours to my hometown of Alton, Illinois, I woke up on Thanksgiving morning prepared to see family and friends that I hadn't seen since the previous year. Thanksgiving has always been a time of sharing memories and laughter with family and friends. Traveling to Illinois from Birmingham to have Thanksgiving with my dad has been a tradition for the past fifteen years. However, this is the first year that all of my brothers and sister also came home.
My daughter had a paper to write for school and she worked on the paper during the Thanksgiving break. Her paper was entitled "A Different Kind of Doggy-Bag". In her paper, she wrote about the wonderful tradition of going from house to house and how people take home covered plates from the meal that they had previously eaten. She made a great comparison to her mom, dad, aunts and uncles and how they were the original meal and their legacy was her doggy bag. Listening to the lives of her ancestors, she realized that she had the best leftovers that it would be a waste of a great meal if she didn't take that doggy bag and fill her own shoes.
This was the best Thanksgiving that I have had in fifteen years. I left Illinois with a different kind of doggybag too.
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