Every Thanksgiving, we visit old friends.
Maggie. Her grandmother. And Mr. Whiskers.
Mr. Whiskers has too many whiskers and not enough soap, grandmother says. But that doesn’t bother us.
You see, they are literary friends. We met them over a decade ago when we were introduced to Wende and Harry Devlin’s Cranberry series for children.
Every Thanksgiving, we pull out Cranberry Thanksgiving. I re-read the book, and we make Grandmother’s Famous Cranberry Bread.
It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without grandma’s cranberry bread. Or Mr. Whiskers.