When I first learned the "Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go" song I thought it was written just for me. My grandmother ACTUALLY lived over that river and through those woods.
So it's almost Thanksgiving and for the first time in many, many years I will be travelling (over the river and through the woods) back to that house for the weekend. My oldest brother lives there now. He was born in that house.
I can smell the sweet potato casserole already. Yum.