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One Busy Guy
I have always loved Thanksgiving! A large family is the
best way to share the holiday. As a growing boy there seemed always to be so much delicious food.
Nearly everyone found the time to be at home. The windows in our house would steam up from such
fervent cooking! My family had this ancient hand grinder which fastened vice-like to a table
or counter top. Each year we ground fresh cranberries
We always seemed to finish early enough for some of the relations to visit and still find room for a second helping of cold turkey sandwiches and more pie. I would surreptitiously sip the remains from Dad's coffee, never has it tasted so fine! It's a wonder no one ever flat out popped from being stuffed! Having that mythical 'wish bone' around the house for several days was enough to send anyone into splendid flights of fancy. This
was all a big improvement over Dad's
barbecue style (it left a lot to be desired). Mom was a turkey perfectionist
and toiled late into the wee hours basting and chopping
and mixing. Sometimes the turkey itself looked
as big as my little brother. Of course I'm a lot
bigger now, and everything seems very much smaller... except my little
brother! But
there was nothing canned or frozen, that was
too It has been 388 years since the first Thanksgiving Day in 1621. The Pilgrims and the native Americans sat down to dinner and apparently got off on the wrong foot! It was the first and last time they ever got along. It must have been a day of wary table mates indeed! Still each diner brought to the table something that the others could not. Sharing what was offered forged a unique if temporary alliance helping all to make it through the ensuing winter. Sharing is good!
In 1941 the US Congress officially designated the 4th Thursday in November as a national day of thanks for the bounty America has provided. Wishing you a joy filled and bounteous Thanksgiving! Steve Click to visit our Mayflower Page HOME
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with bits of orange, and how
could anyone possibly improve upon Mom's apple pie! I would put black olives on all my fingers and eat them off one by
one!
costly (except pumpkin pie
filling). Squash was boiled
and mashed fresh as were the potatoes. Biscuits made
from scratch with giblet gravy. It's no wonder Mom approached
the holidays' with such trepidation. It must have been
terribly exhausting for her ... especially raising a brood of rambunctious
boys unskilled in the ways of gratitude.