Turkey Day

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Growing up in Ireland means not celebrating Thanksgiving day. It does not mean that we didn’t have turkey day. We had plenty of turkey days in fact.

I grew up on a farm in the west of Ireland in County Galway. My mother raised turkeys for extra pocket-money. She fed them, killed them, plucked them and disemboweled them, she called it “cleaning them out.”

Many was the day myself and my sisters sat at the kitchen table, eating our “well done” dinner and watched our mother chase a turkey around the yard with a yard brush. What’s a yard brush? It’s a massive sweeping brush for cleaning the yard!

When she managed to catch the turkey, and that was the most difficult part of the job, she dangled it upside down, letting its head dangle on the ground. She placed the yard brush across the turkey’s neck, stood on either end of…

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