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Where does the son put his peels? Just curious.
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I think he eats them (for the war effort).
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Reblogged this on Take What You Need, Leave the Rest and commented:
This year I won’t be celebrating Thanksgiving in the Midwest of America. I will be in England where Thanksgiving is rightfully ignored (why celebrate the colonies leaving them?). Still, I will be having turkey, cranberry sauce, and potatoes as I have for years as an American wife and mother. Blessings on my American friends Thursday!
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[…] Thanksgiving: Mother and Son Peeling Potatoes by Norman Rockwell, 1945 […]
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