Growing up in rural Arkansas during the depression, Thanksgiving was just another day to us. We sometimes had ham and blackeyed peas but nothing fancy. One Thanksgiving Day stands out in my memory. A neighbor had brought us a wild turkey. .....the first turkey we children had ever eaten. ( I have to admit this wild turkey was not to my taste. And to be even more truthful, turkey is still not my choice of Thanksgiving fare. )Subscribe to Read!