NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Two hours before guests arrive for Thanksgiving dinner at Penny and Alan Murphy’s house, the kitchen counter is crowded with traditional dishes in various stages of preparation, a bouquet of spices and roasting root vegetables perfumes the air, and the hostess tends to the table, layering Royal Worcester “Vine Harvest” china with oversized linen napkins.
She stands back and admires the composition. “These napkins date to the 1920s,” she says with a touch of nostalgia. “They’re embroidered with my grandmother’s initials. The china, that
