Drunk turkey for the Methodist preacher
Today you will hear an old family story that bears telling one more time, a story commemorating both Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving.
The time was Nov. 24, 1919, World War I. The soldier, my father, Russell Linnell. It took place on Grandpa and Grandma Louie and Elza Gossell's farm three miles east of Hewitt.
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