A few shots from Thanksgiving day in Harlem.
Katherine’s mother gave her a special Thanksgiving bowl for the mashed potatoes, and she shows it off here with Josephine.
Charlie made the salad.
Grace was invoked as a lovely Quaker hymn sung to guitar accompaniment.
I was grateful for not being put on the spot to say what I’m grateful for. And I was also grateful to have a place at the table next to young Lee, who preferred Cheerios over Turkey.
