Where have you gone, Norman Rockwell?
In 1955, there were 24 people at the Wintwell house for Thanksgiving. Aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, Mom and Dad. Most of the guests walked to the house, since they all lived within a couple of blocks of each other. Except for the turkey and the Sunday clothes, it wasn’t much different than a normal day at the Wintwell house. Every day was a family gathering.