PSoTD

The kids enjoyed it. Yesterday was a long day of walking but the weather was great. Dean Shostak's holiday concert was probably our favorite part of the Colonial Williamsburg, but today's walk about Mount Vernon was really pretty cool, too.

Just a short memory to share. When we moved to California from Indiana in the early 1970s, our family was separated from most of the rest of the family, and no holiday really brought that home as much as Thanksgiving. Our grandparents would come to visit during Christmas every year, and although we would get together with family on many other holidays during the year when we lived in Indiana, Thanksgiving was the obvious "missing family" holiday around our house those first years in California.

My Mom used to love listening to John Denver albums, and he performed a song on an album that I, for whatever reason, always associate with Thanksgiving. It wasn't actually written by Denver, but by a fellow named Jim Connor.

Anyways, enjoy your family and friends today.

GRANDMA'S FEATHER BED (Jim Connor) John Denver

When I was a little bitty boy
just up off a floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
every month end or so,
We'd have chicken pie and country ham
'n' home made butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
was her great big feather bed

It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed

After supper we'd sit around the fire
the old folks'd spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
and Granny'd sing a ballad or two
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
in the middle of the old feather bed

It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed

Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa
I love Granny and Grandpa too
I been fishing with my uncle
I rasled with my cousin
I even kissed Aunt Lou ooo!
But if I ever had to make a choice
I guess it ought to be said
That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road
for Grandma's feather bed
I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road...

It was nine feet tall and six feet wide
soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty eleven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
on Grandma's feather bed