Turkey Musings by Writing It Real Member Mona Anderson — 4 Comments

  1. As the saying goes: Memories are golden – more precious than rubies. Such a lovely sequence of memories. I grew up in a very small town and one of my classmates lived on a “turkey farm”. I didn’t really understand that turkeys came in other colors than white – since the raised-for-sells – turkeys were only white. I was confused when the teachers wanted a more colorful bird. Years later, my husband and I were driving across the country and ran into a flock of native/wild turkeys. What beauty! than you for reminding me of both my past and my present,.

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