"When I was a kid I used to love hay rides through the sugar bush with my best friend from kindergarten. Every year Sharon's dad Noel would teach us about Maple Trees and how to "tap" them for sap. We would empty the hanging buckets into a big cauldron and boil it over an open fire for hours. He let us sample it every few hours until it reached perfect consistency and taste.
"Every year my mom and I would make the Thanksgiving stuffing late at night. I would sit at the counter and watch her chop all the vegetables. And every year my Dad would come into the kitchen and say "You're still chopping!? All your mother does is chop Jessie! She would sit here and chop for hours if she could." My mom would always give him the side eye and say "Go to bed Chuck" … It sounds silly but it's these little moments that I remember year after year. My Dad passed away, but I'm beyond grateful for my family and all the Thanksgivings I had with everyone together"
