Old Letters, Photos and Recipes Brighten Smaller Thanksgivings
Every Wednesday night at 8:15, 16 of my wife’s family members gather around computer screens in their homes in Washington, D.C.; Philadelphia; New York City; and Chapel Hill, N.C., to look into their collective past. On a Zoom screen, we watch grainy Super-8 images of my mother-in-law, who died long before I met her daughter,…