"Over the river and through the wood to grandfather's house we go... we would not stop for doll or top for this is Thanksgiving Day...." No poem evokes the memory of Thanksgiving more than Lydia Maria Child's 1844 poem about the holiday. If you have time, read it with your family (here). So many of us have fond memories of visiting our grandparents or, perhaps, being the grandparent making those memories of holiday fellowship with family. Coming together, breaking bread, and celebrating the generations is at the core of who we are as North Carolinians.
The house above peeks out beyond a make-shift dirt parking lot, waiting to be filled with the vehicles full of travelers arriving for a Thanksgiving feast. Beyond the old oak tree, you see Early Farms on Bethel Church Road in Gibsonville. The Earlys are fifth generation farmers; so we imagine they'll be serving up some savory, Guilford-County-grown vegetables. Who knows, living in a rural part of the county, they may have procured a wild turkey.
Looks like home! Hoping you and yours have an equally enjoyable celebration today with your family and friends that I will with mine!
Posted by: Madge | Thursday, November 24, 2011 at 11:26 AM
That little farm looks just the way I conjure Thanksgiving pictures in my mind! May you and yours have a wonderful,peaceful Thanksgiving Day.
The friends (like you!) I have made across the country here in the world of the internet are among the many things I am thankful for today.
Janis Of So Cal
Posted by: Janis | Thursday, November 24, 2011 at 01:03 PM
Love this house and the place! Just lovely!
Posted by: Sonia A. Mascaro | Thursday, March 08, 2012 at 10:58 AM