THANKSGIVING DINNER 1951
As told by Maggie Fitzgerald I was nine years old, going on ten when this holiday event occurred at F itzg e rald H ouse, my family ' s seas i de coun t ry ho m e outside o f Wint h rop Har b or near the Illi n oi s/ W i sco n sin border. It ’ s a well-pr e served and charming Victorian home si t ting a top a hill o ff Bu t termi l k Lane with an a mazing vi e w of La k e Mi c h i g a n. The house, which had been in the family for several generations, was surrounded with beautiful gardens manicured to a leaf by my father. Atop the house is a turret which I claimed as my very own, only because no one else cared about it. I spent most of my time as a young girl in the turret, keeping watch for enemy pirate ships on Lake Michigan, and dreaming dreams only a child can dream before the door of childhood closes. I have eight siblings which I knew from a distance as they were much older and were mostly away at school as I grew up. I was the last one born into t...