
My mother would cook up a turkey, with oyster and chestnut dressing, and let it simmer overnight. I am guessing that that is what we are eating here. Best is can tell from the pictures is that I am standing on the left, then Nancy, Charles, my mother, Mary, and probably Mike reaching up at the pan, and jimmy in the foreground.
It may have been an old truck, and it may have been a scruffy area to picnic--but--we had fun. and that's what it's all about.