Thanksgiving afternoon on Queen Anne Hill arrived with crisp, golden autumn sunshine and clear skies framing panoramic views of the Space Needle, downtown Seattle, and the snow-capped Cascade Range. Inside the 1912 Craftsman estate of eighty-four-year-old Evelyn Vance, the warm, fragrant aromas of roasting herb-butter turkey, wild mushroom stuffing, and spiced pumpkin pie filled the timber-beamed rooms. A fire crackled merrily in the native stone hearth, casting a warm golden…
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