One cold night in November, before Thanksgiving Day, I heard a knock upon our door and someone ran away. Momma went outside to see, who was on our porch, then put her hand upon her mouth, as if it had been scorched. Two sacks were overflowing, of foods of different kinds, the fixings for Thanksgiving Day that was on my Momma''s mind. We had no way of knowing, who gave us all this food, then Momma had a great idea, and from it we''d know who. She invited all the neighbors and our little church. She invited all our relatives and everyone from work. The morning of Thanksgiving Day another knock came on our door, a boy scout with more sacks in hand said, “I thought you''d need some more”.

(c) By Teresa Bellamy Walker