ADDENDUM II TO GRADE SCHOOL

I am going to get through this but I thought this was a funny/sad story. Some how we ended up owning a Tom turkey. If it was originally intended as dinner, it somehow received a reprieve. It became quite a pet and when out of the cage would follow us around. Every day, when my dad came home from work, the turkey would run up to my dad and "gobble, gobble" until its head was rubbed. I remember the time of year very well as my mother was big and pregnant with the twins (that was November1946). She had been confined to bed a great deal, maybe because of discomfort and she was 37 years old!. Anyway, my dad loved hunting and every year set up camp in Ocala National Forest. He usually started a week or so before hunting season and then he and his friends would take the hounds to hunt deer. In spite of my mother's condition this was no exception. It turns out hunting season was just before Thanksgiving so when he returned from hunting we "celebrated" Thanksgiving with a turkey dinner. (I know you know where this is going). One of the first questions from my dad was "where is Tom?". No one ate turkey that year. Of course Jim never did anyway after our rooster episode.


Tom when healthy. RIP



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