A Blast from Thanksgiving Days of the past…

Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

Same place, different holiday, but you get the idea. ca. 1972 Same place, different holiday, but you get the idea. ca. 1972

Once upon a Thanksgiving Day, the only room large enough to host the Lambo family was in my grand-parents basement that had been fitted with a second kitchen just for such occasions. The oblong, wood-panelled room sported a bar at the far end fashioned from the same panelling that covered the cinder-block walls. Its red speckled linoleum top ran just about the width of the room under a casement window that looked onto the shrub lined cement driveway.

A few cousins, my younger sister, and I often played behind the bar, rummaging through an assorted collection of treasures—pirate ship embossed coasters, gold-rimmed wine glasses, wrinkled sepia photos of the old country, and glass cocktail stirrers topped with fruits, animals, and, close your eyes now, slim naked women.

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About Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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  1. Lyn says:

    That must have been a lot of fun, Donna! I had to laugh at your reference to Grappa. My elderly next door neighbour is Italian and has several bottle of her husbands homemade Grappa under her house. She gave me a tiny glass of it once when I had an upset tummy. Oh my goodness! That stuff would eat through the metal on a battleship 😀


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