This was my Thanksgiving illustration from the book FATHER FOX'S PENNYRHYMES, a collection of poems written by my sister Clyde Watson. Much of that book---both words and pictures---alluded to Clyde's and my childhood experiences as we grew up with six brothers and sisters in a rural Vermont setting. This illustration was no exception. The long table here was the table, made by my father, that we all sat around (and sometimes squabbled around) at mealtimes. The captain's chairs in which Mother and Father Fox sit are the same chairs that my own parents used. The piano in the background, the interrupted sewing project on the rocking chair, the bulletin board festooned with fox kits' art, even some of the clothing---I took all of these details verbatim from my own childhood. In fact, the only real difference I can now see between my childhood reality, and my illustration, might be that our ears weren't quite as large and furry---and if we had tails, we kept them hidden.
I wish you all a Thanksgiving full of love, the community of family and friends, and "cake upon the table."