Joan Ellen Zucker Talks Turkey

“Oh sure. Everybody remembers the mud. My mother cried for I think six weeks after we got here, wondering what she was doing here, but she was always a good sport – and she rallied. I think we kids thought it was sort of a crazy adventure, but I have one mud story. I’m not going to tell anymore, but my mother for a Thanksgiving; everything was rationed so she learned that you could get turkeys in Knoxville. So, she took a bus to Knoxville with a couple of friends. They went some place to get a turkey. The only turkey was a giant turkey and the only bus stop was at the bottom of a steep hill covered with mud. So my mother used to tell a story and all the neighbors tell the story of the day my mother took this giant turkey and dragged it up this hill. So when we got the turkey it was completely encased in mud, but somehow we cleaned it up and we ate it. That was our mud story. It was my mother and the turkey.”