Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house Thanksgiving in my grandparents' house was always a delicious, uproarious occasion. When we arrived, the house was filled with the aroma of turkey, mincemeat pies, and home-baked breads wafting from the oven. The shrieks of rowdy children tumbling over one another echoed through the downstairs rooms, and the bellow of a basset hound rang from the back steps. The antique armchairs and sofa were positioned with exquisite care, and the …showed first 75 words of 322 total…

…showed last 75 words of 322 total…wallpaper, and the beige carpet was beautified by three enormous pink stains. Rainbow-colored streamers hung limply from the ceiling; and paper hats and horns covered the floor, the table and the television set. Several gloves had been left on the armchair, and a knit cap and scarf lay under the coffee table. Half-emptied paper cups, along with plates with remnants of hors d'oeuvres and sandwiches, had been abandoned on bookshelves, end tables, and stereo speakers.