If your day today isn't like the famous Norman Rockwell Saturday Evening Post cover below, I hope you at least have a clear memory of one such, particularly from your childhood.
My mother was one of seven children, they'd all gather at grandmother's farmhouse with spouses and kids and it was crazy fun. We cousins would eat at a separate table.
There was always plenty of food, one of Mom's brothers raised and sold turkeys commercially. Good memories, good times.
