We used to always sing that on the way to our grandparents' house in Bancroft, which you can partly see in this family photo. Even though I'm not in the circa 1964 picture, I love this photo. It reminds me of Sunday dinners - and other Thanksgiving-like food fests ...
Watching Grams make pie crust and biscuits in her kitchen with the slanted floor and the built-in flour bins ...
Naps on the davenport ...
Ernie Harwell's voice, heard throughout the house, commentating on the Detroit Tigers ...
Watching Gramps or Dad or Uncle Lee carve the turkey ...
Eating apple pie with slices of cheddar cheese ...
Playing with all the little doo-dads and knick-knacks in the curio cabinets ...
Frolicking in the yard or running through the small town with my Maryland cousins ...
Listening to stories from the recent and distant past, not realizing new stories were being written in those moments ...
Have that picture. We thought MI must be the most funnest place in the world because it we always went for vacation or a big celebration. It was the first time I ever saw a jacked up '69 Nova SS with huge rear tires. To a young boy they looked like race cars. ----Jeff
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