Thanksgivings in Quincy
The other three days of each week we spent in Michigan were usually spent in Quincy. Karen should write her own history and talk about her childhood on the farm. I know she has lots of cool stories that I can remember her telling during our years together. We always spent Thanksgiving with the Rupp’s. They would rotate among the brothers as to who would host the dinner. The only two who didn’t have to take part in hosting was us (since we lived in Minnesota) and Larry (who also lived a long ways away - not sure exactly where he lived during this time period, Columbus, I think, but he eventually ended up on the east coast somewhere, Karen can tell us exactly).
After I got to know the Rupp’s, I usually looked forward to going to the farm. The Thanksgiving dinner was great, no matter what house it was held at. Once they got to know me, they always asked me to say the blessing on the food. I thought that was peculiar. We always spent the day on Thanksgiving watching the Detroit Lions play a football game. The husbands in the TV room, watching the game and the wives all in the kitchen or dining room talking about something - the husbands, probably.
The days we spent at the farm were good ones. I always felt like I was really on vacation there. There was little to do and no pressure to run out somewhere. We could read or watch TV or just sit around. Life was good.
We especially liked Grandma Rupp’s cooking. I’ve never had noodles like hers since then. Another specialty of the farm was banana cream pudding, although Karen did make this now and then. Grandma always had ice cream in the freezer so we could have a dish in the evening. For breakfast, I can remember standing over the stove cooking my eggs and “smokey links” as grandma called them. She was always prepared for us with the things we liked. I have only good memories of the Rupp farm.
Dad