The first thing that happened after my sister and her family got to Branson was they went to a Christian church that had some connection to theirs in Georgia. When they got back, they were carrying a bag of Missouri turnips, freshly pulled from the ground. They were simply delicious. All I know about the guy that gave them to us is that his name was Miller and he just happened to have a mill.


My brother carved the turkey. There was plenty for everybody, especially since we don't really eat a lot of meat.

My sisters elder daughter made the bread. It's funny how much better it tastes when you make it from scratch and eat it warm.


I don't even want to think about all the sugar in these aliens. We didn't eat them, they just stared at us. We had pumpkin pie and ice cream instead.

I wanted to get a round of souvineers for people to remind them of the event later. The problem was that I wanted to get something that was made by Americans. Every time we got near a tourist trap, I would go through their offerings. Every T shirt and cap seemed to be made in Bangladesh or Haiti, or some other place where they are guaranteed to have human rights abuses. When we were at the grocery store, I managed to find these camo shirts with seven point bucks on them that were MADE IN USA. I got one each for both of my sisters daughters, and another one for myself. The elder daughter especially liked hers. My sister told me about how in the part of Georgia where she lives, everybody seems to wear camo all the time. I'm wondering if that is because that is the only pattern that is still made here, or if that is because everybody eats bushmeat.