Thanksgiving during my childhood was spent at my Aunt Gladys and Uncle Eddie's house. Gladys was a good cook--my mother was not--and I enjoyed a nice meal. I have two cousins my age, but we never had much in common. I would sit in the den and read, while my dad and my uncle talked shop, and my mother and my aunt and cousins (the parents of the cousins my age) would chat. I miss many of them.