To grandmother's house we go
Some of my earliest memories are of Thanksgiving in the mid 1930s with my grandparents down at the Keag (pronounced “Gig”). We lived in Camden on Mechanic Street near the Knox Mill where Dad worked as a weaver, but on Thanksgiving all the family who ...
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