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Originally posted on Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner:
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…
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