Going Home

Thanksgiving has long been a favorite holiday of mine. As I wrote in an earlier post, I grew up in an area where schools close for the entire week of Thanksgiving so everyone can campout in the woods and go deer hunting. For me, I always enjoyed sitting around the campfire and driving around the dirt roads with my cousins the most.

This year I only visited “deer camp” for just a little while.  It’s a four-hour drive from my house to my family. Nathan ended up working so he didn’t go with me. I have only one piece of advice for someone taking a road trip these days: Audio Books rock! This time I chose Taking Woodstock by Elliot Tiber and I really enjoyed it. It was the perfect length for the trip there and back.

When I first got to deer camp, my cousin Lindsey’s little boy, Jack, was keeping things in order with his shiny toy pistol.

And, Izzy, Lindsey’s little girl, was just waking up from a nap.

Hunter’s orange was a popular color for the ladies, as was camouflage. If you know my grandmother aka Nanny, please do not tell her that I have posted this picture of her. She hates having her picture taken more than I do and she will kill me. However, this is a great picture of her, so I’m going to take my chances. She is looking at wedding pictures with Sherry before dinner.

I also got to see my cousin Le’Erin and her baby boy. I have never seen such blue eyes! He looked at me with such a serious expression.  I think he’s on to me.

We played a few songs. We ate a few pies. We played a few cards and then it was time to go.

I did make time to have our favorite Ringold hamburger before leaving. When all was said and done, I left home with a thankful heart and headed home. Hmmmm… home.  It’s funny that I call there home when I’m here. And, I call here home when I’m there. Confused yet? Me, too.

Did I mention that Izzy is the first girl in our family in a long, long time? Sorry Le’ — I don’t mean to make you feel old, but you were the last little girl we had and now you have your own babies! We are all a little infatuated with having a little girl around. For instance, this is a fascinating picture of her looking at the ground.


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