I grew up in a small town in Wisconsin. A place that seemed so big while I was younger but now so small. I miss the gatherings at the dinner table. We often would spend Sundays at my grandmother’s house gathered around the large dinner table with uncles and aunts as well as a multitude of cousins. The topics would range from the local farming report to the weather, and the local work scene. Factory talk and shopping. Fixing cars and pass the gravy. I miss those days in my fast paced life. I miss togetherness and the feeling of family.
One of the best meals of the year was thanksgiving. I was fortunate enough to capture our small thanksgiving dinner as the talk meandered about. I smile at the accents. The way I have grown out of the cultural mid-west speak. It’s unique and slipping away.