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Food & Family

Food & Family

For many Thanksgivings in my early childhood the routine was the same: wake up in Rock Hill, enjoy the Thanksgiving Day parade in Charlotte, ride 3 hours east, and join family at the already-in-progress gathering. In my teenage years, we stopped attending the parade, which meant getting to my grandfather’s home earlier, which meant more time for playing (and watching) football, picking up pecans, and feasting with family. In recent years, we’ve shifted our gatherings back to Charlotte, enjoying time with Sally’s side of the family first, then my side in the evening.