Thanksgiving is time for families. And Bob Evans wants you to spend time with those
you love and leave the cooking to them. Order a Bob Evans Holiday Farmhouse Feast
from Bob Evans. Al, Jeff and Jake  had a winner each weekday morning. Our Winners
are below. Happy Thanksgiving from Bob Evans and 97.5 WQBE!

Monday, November 16, 2009 Winner
Peggy Wallace
My fondest memories are when we all got together at my Mothers house. It was
a small two bedroom house with 1 bathroom. There were nine kids plus spouses
plus all the grandchildren and great grandchildren. Many times there were
also friends who stopped buy also. There was never room at the table for
more than 5, so you would find people sitting in the LR, Bedroom, on the
floor and even on the front porch if it was warm enough. My Mom has since
past, but those memories will never be forgotten. She loved everyone and
would not eat until everyone else had a plate. To me there is nothing like
family. I try to carry on that tradition with my own children and
grandchildren.
Thank you.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 Winner
Sara Fields
I have alot of memories of my trips to grandma's house for holidays, but the
best memories were of the trip for thanksgiving when she almost cut off a
boob and yes i did say boob. She was born with only part of a right arm and
she didn't have a hand, but this didn't keep her from doing everyday things.
She thought it would be funny to give her arm a name so its name was
"stubby" that's what my sister and I called it. She had her electric knife
under "stubby", she didn't think it was plugged in, but it was and with a
little help from "stubby" and Jim Beam" she managed to turn the knife on it
went crazy she said a few choice words and we all laughed she refused to
carve the turkey after that I wonder why. My grandma past away a few weeks
ago it was a sad time for us, but we managed to laugh when we talked about
the turkey carving, electic knife and the "boob almost cut off" Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009 Winner
Jackie Shultz
When I was growing up, we all went to my Granny's house out on Dutch Ridge
for Thanksgiving. Granny must have cooked for days before Thanksgiving
because there was so much food on the table. Pies & cakes lined up across
the big old chest style deep freezer - it was amazing. She cooked the turkey
and stuffing on an old wood fired stove. The heat from the stove and the
smell of the turkey cooking was magical when we walked through the door. Mom
& Granny did all the work setting the table and getting everything ready at
the same time. We all fit at the table because it was at least 8 feet long
with benches on both sides - it was organized chaos with Mom and all of us
kids and grandkids sitting on the benches and Granny's dog Shep waiting right
outside the door for a handout. Dad and Granny sat at both ends of the
table. This is also the first day of the year that I got to look at the
Sears Christmas Catalog. We didn't have one at home, but it came in Granny's
mailbox and was always there by Thanksgiving! By the time Christmas came, I
had that catalog worn out from turning the pages so much. I remember being
curled up in a corner of Granny's couch looking at that catalog, page by
page, smelling dinner cooking and listening to Granny & my Mom laugh & talk
while they prepared the meal for all of us. Granny has gone on and now Mom
and Dad come to my house for Thanksgiving, which is kinda funny because I'm
the one that was never in the kitchen where I should have been. I sure do
miss those Sundays and holidays at Granny's house - and those Sears Christmas
catalogs. . . .
Thursday, November 19, 2009 Winner
Melinda Simon
When I was married to my second husband, we always liked to contribute to the
family gathering for Thanksgiving in Nashville, so we would cook the turkey
and seal it in a cooler and put it in the trunk of the car (which was cold
because of the weather) and transport it down with our luggage. This
actually worked very well until one Thanksgiving we started out in a very bad
snow storm thinking we could get to Nashville on time, but we had to spend
the night on the road due to the Kentucky Turnpike being closed due to bad
weather. So to keep the turkey from freezing in our trunk we took it into
the room for the night. The next morning my husband decided to take the
turkey out and put more ice in the cooler, but the only place he could set
the turkey was in the tub. Well he forgot to tell ME and I closed the
curtain on the tub and packed our bags and we repacked the trunk, with the
cooler full of ice and headed down the road. When we got to Nashville we
realized we had left the turkey in the shower in the plastic container, but
had brought the cooler full of ice to Nashville with us. To say the least
the cleaning person was probably really surprised to find a fully cooked
turkey waiting for them in the shower of that room!
Friday, November 20, 2009 Winner
Karrie Davison
Thanksgiving has always meant family. Each year, we would get up, Dad would
finish milking the cows early (we lived on a dairy farm), and my brother and
I would watch the parade while Mom finished up the preparing goodies to take
with us. We would then get in the car to go to Grandmother's house, where the
women would gather in the kitchen and finish up the meal, with much laughing
and comraderie. The grandkids ran to the television to watch Santa Clause
finish the Macy's parade, while the men discussed the upcoming football
games, and who's favorite was going to win! We would eat and eat, and then
relax for a while before heading home for our Thanksgiving naps. My brother
and I would start the countdown to Christmas, anticipating the toys under the
tree.
Today, our tradition is still very similar with a few additions. My husband
and I take our son to Thanksgiving mass in the morning to start the day with
giving thanks to God for the many blessings we have received throughout the
year and for his ever presence in our lives. Grandmother passed away 10
years ago, but I can still feel my Grandmother on Thanksgiving, more then
than any other holiday, sitting by grinning and giggling at the antics her
great-grandchildren are performing. I know that she hugs each of her
great-grandchildren before she sends them down from heaven to our family.
This year, my husband and I are expecting another son, who no doubt has
already been loved on by his Great-Grandmother.
My Grandaddy is still with us at the ripe old age of 92, and doing well! We
go to his house still at lunchtime to visit with family, and to create
memories for our children, who now race to the television to finish the
parade. There's something magical about seeing a child watch Santa Clause at
the end of the parade, a reminder of those feelings I had as a child, of
anticipation, of hope, of peace.