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My grandparents lived on a farm in Ft. Wayne, Ind. When they were living, we would gather there every Thanksgiving with my family, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. They owned a turkey farm so it was always an incredibly busy time of the year.
However, when it came time to sit down at their old wooden table, we would give thanks for the blessings of the year and enjoy a meal together. As the years went by, my grandparents passed away and the table and traditions were brought to Indianapolis to my mom’s house.
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