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Susan said - "I have had many memorable and good Thanksgivings. At least 60. One that comes to mind is November 25 of 1965. Jimmy was three days old and I was coming home from the hospital to my parents house for Thanksgiving Dinner before taking him home. I was 21 and Dad was 23. We were so excited about having our first baby and my family made a big fuss over him that day. Our whole lives were in front of us and we were having dinner with all of my family and my mother was making it. We had no idea that this would be my mother's last Thanksgiving and my family would never be the same again without her. But that Thanksgiving Day in 1965 was a good one and one that I will always remember.

Katie said - "I don't have one specific thanksgiving memory that sticks out in my head; I just think about the times when we had tons of random people at our house--like all those Chinese people in Lexington or all the people from house church. I always enjoyed it when everyone would take a walk after a large thanksgiving meal. Remember that time in the first house in Lexington when we took a walk down that path, and the neighbor's viscious dogs chased us home? That was scary..."

Sarah said - "My favorite Thanksgiving memory was in 1995 (I think) when Judy, Kenny, Kenny's dad joined us for Thanksgiving dinner in Atlanta. Jimmy and Tina were there also. We all sat down to dinner and Jimmy said in a very loud (and kind of nasty) voice, "WHO'S CHUCK?" because he saw that the centerpiece of flowers had a note on them that said, "Dear Susan, Love, Chuck." So, Kenny's dad quietly said, "I'm Chuck." Jimmy said that he was just trying to be protective of his mother but we all started laughing and couldn't stop. It was very awkward. And then we would go back to eating and it would be quiet and somebody would start laughing again and then we wouldn't be able to stop. I even have a picture. See? There's Jimmy looking at the flowers..."

Jim said - "Katie - those "Chinese people" we had over for Thanksgiving in Lexington were my friends from college - and yes, I agree, it was a bit of a strange experience. My "favorite" Thanksgiving memory was the first year of marriage living in Boston. We were so proud to cook our first Thanksgiving turkey. We spent much time in preparation, basting the turkey and couldn't wait to eat it. We took the turkey out of the oven - I went to cut the turkey and all I could find was bone and no meat. Did the turkey have cancer? We knew something had to be wrong with the turkey and we panicked. We called Tina's parents to ask about our "cancerous turkey". They immediately asked us to turn the turkey over - and low and behold, the turkey was nice and meaty - we had it upside down. Tina's parents laughed and laughed and we quickly got off the phone and ate our nice, juicy turkey."

David said - "My favorite Thanksgiving memory is actually a conglomeration of several years. I like to remember all of the games we have played over the years. Hours of Penny Poker in the Marrot Rd. house in Lexington circa 1984, Quadruple Solitaire in Atlanta circa 1993, and Skipbo on the kitchen floor with Amy and her friends in Beaufort circa 1996. I also remember some of the strange characters we have had at our thanksgiving table over the years. I won't mention names because some of us may have married some of those strange characters.
My favorite specific Thanksgiving Memory is Amy and I's first Thanksgiving together after we got Married - Baltimore 1997. Amy had started the Turkey (her first one) the night before so that we would wake up to the smell of the bird throughout our little apartment. About 2AM I wake up to Amy standing over me. I look up and all I see is her hysterical face peeking out of a giant cloud of smoke. She was sobbing, "THE TURKEY IS ON FIRE!" I ran to the kitchen and opened up the oven. The turkey pan had leaked and the oil had caught fire on the bottom of the oven. I doused it with baking soda and it went out. The turkey was still very good and the apartment had that great turkey smell for the rest of the time we lived there. Although it isn't a warm and fuzzy thanksgiving memory it is certainly one of my favorites and the image of Amy's head coming through the smoke to wake me up from deep sleep is forever burned into my cerebrum."