Thanksgiving made me stop and consider some important family relationships.    

My husband's father is very dear to me.   He lives just a few miles away and takes such an interest in my children and I.   

He was born during The Great Depression, raised in rural Alabama, eventually married and then did quite well for himself.  

He was brought up in a time when family lived near each other.  They CARED about and for each other.    

I imagine on holidays like Thanksgiving they probably enjoyed a good meal and then everyone rocked and talked.   I can see it now.  I wish I could have lived during that time.