by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 2005. All rights reserved.
We came to her table, friends and family, sons and daughters, grandchildren and neighbor kids; we laughed, we cried, we teased and joked, complained and worried, grew older, changed shape, and eventually, moved on.
She’s gone now and it has been many years since I actually sat down at that table, but I’m always there at Christmas and Thanksgiving and every other day worth remembering.
Continued at... Home for the Holidays.
Rural Delivery
Holidays and Notable Events
Out of the Past
Amelia: An Oral History
Artwork: Home for the Holidays