Playing football on Thanksgiving day was one of the memorable traditions that we enjoyed every year. It didn’t matter what the weather conditions were; it could be a blizzard outside with a foot of snow on the ground, the game would be played regardless.
The area where we played ran adjacent to the Turkey River and on many occasions, we would have to hurry to the bank of the river to retrieve a ball that found its way into the swiftly moving water.
My four brothers and I would play until it was time for dinner or an errant pass rendered the ball into the Turkey River, unreachable by us as it steadily made its way downstream and eventually to the Mississippi River. I would love for you to share any memorable family traditions that you enjoyed.