always made the turkey when we lived on Tholozan. It seemed as if she got up at 6:00 am
and worked steadily until 2:00 pm. When I started making the turkey, after Betty died, it
only took about an hour's worth of preparing the bird and then very little to do until gravy-
making time. Probably because I did a lot of the work the night before. I think Hilda even waited to bake the pies until the very day of Thanksgiving.
Grandma Hilda usually made a pumpkin pie and a chocolate pie, mainly for Brian. For some
reason I do the same thing. In the last few years I've branched out and now make chocolate
mini tarts. We put whipped cream on at the last minute. The first year I made them I happened to glance at the tray. A good number of them were half-eaten. The filling and cream had been sucked out with only the shell remaining. Of course, my immediate instinct was to look for Ezra. There he was, caught chocolate-handed with only the shell as evidence against him.
This year, for the second time, we will be in St. Louis, at Diane and Ed's house. Can't wait
to see them all and have them see Ezra and Levi.
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