I’m getting really excited for the holiday next week. I can’t wait to eat a ton of turkey and pie…not necessarily in that order. I’ve been thinking of what kind of traditions I want to start with my family and I think a girls night out the night before would be a ton of fun. I think some girl time is called for (because you all know that somehow all the boys end up outside playing football while dinner is miraculously getting cooked inside.) We’ll see if I can put something together…maybe a movie night, maybe a scrapbooking night, maybe a game night. Anyway, I was looking for some fun family traditions online and came across this cute story on CNN and wanted to share…

Brandi Hofmann of Minonk, Illinois
When I was 40 weeks pregnant with my first son, I visited almost daily at my grandparents’ house. Mainly I would just visit with Grampa who was sick at the time so Gramma could get some things done around the house.

One day he told me about a Thanksgiving morning back in the mid-60’s. He had just let their dog Caesar outside so he could do his business in their small town. Usually the dog came right back but on this morning, Grampa had to yell for Caesar to come home. After a few minutes of yelling for the dog, it finally came home carrying an entire Thanksgiving turkey in its mouth. Someone must have baked it and set it outside to cool off. My Grampa took the bird and buried it in the yard and never told a soul (my mom and her sisters would have told someone and it would’ve been all over town) until he told me more than 35 years later. He died a few days after he told me the story and each Thanksgiving I am asked to retell the story after dinner.

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