Our Hope

Our post Thanksgiving tradition starts with preparations for the excursion to deer camp for the opening day of deer season. The tradition started with Great Grandfather, passed down to Pop Maverick (his given name was Cledith) so Maverick was a nice, tough choice. The next generation was Pop Stan and his brothers (and assorted friends from the neighborhood) who faithfully attended this chilly event in a one room shack in the mountains upstate, with stories round the fire at night. It continued with his son Robert (my dear husband), who indoctrinated my son Drew, and this year my daughter Savannah joined in on the fun. « Continue reading »

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