This week I have been thinking of my first Thanksgiving living in the San Francisco Bay Area.  I cannot remember who all was there and the pictures I have only include three of us.  However, I do remember we roasted a 22 pound turkey in the oven of the wonderful Okeefe/Merritt gas range that was in my apartment.  We ate appetizers and drank the whole time the bird was in the oven.  By time dinner was served, we were all sloppily happy.  Diane made the mashed potatoes with a mixer while drunk...and I had to clean off the cupboards and counters the day after...she must of held the mixer in the air, still running and coated with potatoes.  I do remember it was a very good dinner, however.

​There so many good memories in my life such as this.  I miss my friends and wild exuberant fun we used to have.  Both Diane and Bill are no longer with us...they died within one week of each of other from cancer...each had a different kind.  Although they are missed, the memory of days such as this makes my heart smile.