Advice from a small town girl

Some of you may have seen the ad in last week’s paper for a community Thanksgiving dinner at Old Town Hall.

That’s my cell phone number on the ad.

When I lived in Portland, a little over three hours from my family in Bickleton, I frequently had to work the Friday and sometimes the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I love my family, but six and a half hours in a car in one day just isn’t my idea of anything to be thankful for.

Then I discovered Thanksgiving dinner at my church. One of the groups at the church provided the turkey, and everything else was pot luck. We didn’t always have a Norman Rockw...