Grandma Atkin sponsored a comfort food Thanksgiving celebration like only she can. We almost lost her to the fire-breathing oven that belched fire at Hannah last year. Here she is, still a little dazed from the incident. Her hair took on reddish tint and as it smoldered she set off the fire alarm. When it happened I rushed into the kitchen while Grandpa and Trevor stayed glued to the football game.
Now in his 30th year of "toodle dums" Grandpa is still playing with grand babies
On a brisk southern Utah day I waxed nostalgic and wandered into the desert only to find this huge structure in the distance apparently transplanted from some metropolitan area.
Vince is so serious at times. Grandma dressed him to match her -- festive Thanksgiving brown.
On a brisk southern Utah day I waxed nostalgic and wandered into the desert only to find this huge structure in the distance apparently transplanted from some metropolitan area.
1 comment:
what a great pic of grandma atkin!
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