Thanksgiving memory

We had a huge country kitchen on the farm with a big wood stove at one end of it and a huge table.

My family loved Thanksgiving and since we did not have any relatives anywhere near us the Miller family was our family and sometimes the Millards.  The Millers had two boys, one my brothers age and one 2 years ahead of them and then one girl who was 4 years ahead of me that I adored like a sister.

Thanks giving was a time of games for all.  The adults would play pinochle after the dishes were done and us kids would find all kinds of stuff to get into.  One game that always seems like we ended up playing was Monopoly and each of us had our own little game piece that no one dared to take.

Olives became a tradition then as we would steal olives to take into the other room every chance we got.  It continued right through the grand kids.

The kids would steal olives and dad would yell at us when he caught us that no more or we would not have any left for dinner.  The grand kids would steal them and stick one on each finger eating away. He again would say "no more, save some for dinner".  Isn't it funny how we never ran out of olives?  He always had cans of them hid just for this reason and no matter how many they stole he had more but the game of trying to catch them became a Thanksgiving game in itself.  Did Grandpa catch you?

What fun memories of Thanksgiving on the farm.