For as long as I can remember, Thanksgiving in our family is about reaching out and sharing.
During our childhood, my parents always reminded the six of us that we could invite anyone that we knew who might not have a place to go and might possibly be spending Thanksgiving alone.
And they meant it.
The Cranston Thanksgiving table always had room for more people. For friends who couldn’t make it home to their families, for people who had no where else to go and for elderly relatives who had paid their dues in preparing Thanksgivings past and now needed … Read More