We spent a lot of time at Grandma Conley’s during my early years. She was a tiny, thin woman with white hair. I especially remember how kind and sweet she was. I also remember some really fine Thanksgiving dinners, always with cranberry sauce, which I ate once and never again. We always loved to go to Grandma’s house, a place of love and security.
I can remember always being at my Grandma Conley's house for Thanksgiving. The dinners were always good, but I never ate the cranberries.
This is a picture of my grandma Conley's birthday in 1956.