Pass the Bowling Ball

When I was much younger, I remember every Thanksgiving was spent eating, cleaning and then heading over to the bowling alley. My dad just loved to bowl! We had a mound of cousins, aunts, uncles—there were way too many of us to fit in the house! So we all went over and bowled. After, we’d sit around and play games, maybe go and see someone in the neighborhood. We always left enough turkey to make turkey sandwiches for dinner and pumpkin pie for dessert. Whatever we did, we always stayed busy.

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