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Seems to me we're throwing out the baby with the bathwater here.
First, there is no way we can go back and undo what happened in the previous three centuries. Native American people in this country was grievously used in a long line of broken promises, forced re-education, and bigotry, but by a society that thought in a radically different manner than we do. While it in no way makes society's actions correct, it is impossible to judge 17th century human thought by the mores of the present century. We cannot politically correct history! Doing so is a form of censorship as insidious as book banning and burning and journalistic muzzling. Rather, we should understand our ancestors' reasons for their actions, and vow and then practice to avoid making such insensitive and abusive value judgments in the future.
As for the abuse of turkeys, Thanksgiving isn't solely responsible for their plight any longer. With a continued emphasis on healthy eating due to rising obesity rate, turkey breast meat is one of the few things that is considered healthy for people seeking to improve their diet. In fact, things are worse for the poor turkey today because all that is desired is that breast meatand now all year long! What used to be consumed just at Thanksgiving dinner or made into turkey soup is now ground up as feed for other animals or thrown away for due to all other portions of the bird not meeting Federal dietary standards.
As for being thankful all year 'roundwell, face it, most people are too busy with life to even remember to pause a minute to do so. Buried under bills and baby needs, workloads and wishful thinking, we don't take the time to see what good things have gone along with the bad. Even being thankful at Thanksgiving is hard. The classic Thanksgiving of folklore did exist once upon a time: people got together to celebrate a good harvest, rejoice at the near closing of another year, embrace the happines of being together again with family and/or friends. Back then you ate heartily of nature's bounty, just harvested via hard labor from your own fields, because winter was comingfood might be scarce. You ate heartily because eating is a blessing, eating with family or friends doubly so.
Thanksgiving today is different. People don't need to overstuff themselves, but they dobecause it's "tradition." Already well-fed families stuff themselves sick from groaning tables because it's expected. Then a small portion of this food-addled crowd is saddled with clean up while everyone else goes to stare at a football game on television. The kids sneak off to play a video game or listen to music. Very few Thanksgiving gatherings feature dances, game-playing, or chatter around the kitchen table reminiscing as in the classic stories. So after "the big meal," you sit limply in a kitchen chair, distended, surrounded by dirty dishes in a room that looks as if a bomb exploded in it, listening to a bunch of people in your family room screaming about a botched forward pass. In addition, maybe you've had a bad year. Very few of us would care to give thanks for more debt, a "totaled" car, a bad medical diagnosis, a deceased family member. It's understandable. Perhaps you're alone. Doesn't seem much to be thankful about unless you work with people constantly and really want some peace and quiet for yourself.
But the solution isn't to throw Thanksgiving out: it's to give it a newor maybe an oldspin. Remember that Thanksgiving itself has nothing to do with ersatz Pilgrims and Indians and fat turkeys; they have become symbols as associated with Thanksgiving as snowmen, Santa Claus, and reindeer have with the days before Christmas. To the New Englanders who brought the Thanksgiving custom west with them in the late 1700s and through the mid-1800s, Thanksgiving was a winter season family reunion in which grown children and their new families attempted to make it home to show off a new baby, to show Grandma and Grandpa how Ebenezer and Abiah had grown, sometimes even to mourn a deceased family member. They gathered around a table to hold hands in prayer that everyone at dinner would continue in good health and that the family would sustain no more losses. Most of what we know as the "traditional" Thanksgiving celebration...the Pilgrims, the Indians, the feast where the native Americans brought extra venison and the Englishmen participated in "feats of skill"...were created whole cloth by the Victorians and later emphasized to create a common American heritage for immigrants in the early 20th century. Thanksgiving is about giving thanks for your blessing, and sharing, if possible, blessings with those who have little or none. Put the spin you want on Thanksgiving! Make your Thanksgiving a time for families and/or friends to get together and enjoy being with each other, not an electronic box or a grease-soaked kitchen.
Do you feel the holiday's gotten too worldly?
Remember to give thanks on other days, too. If you think "thanks" should last all year 'round, do volunteer service:
In other words, serve of yourself rather than from a turkey carcass.
Maybe the biggest problem with Thanksgiving is, as my husband says, that "It's now a wholly owned subsidiary of Christmas, Inc." It gets lost in a society drowning in Christmas decorations from the moment Labor Day is over (with Hallowe'en hitting it big in the meantime). Well, this isn't the place to go into the excesses of the Christmas seasonbut this year and in the future, maybe we can keep Thanksgiving as a quiet time where we can celebrate what good things we do have, and think about what good we'd like in our future.
In the meantime, how about starting with a Thanks Jar? This comes out promptly the morning of November 1. It can sit on a dining room or kitchen table, or anywhere else where the household can freely interact with it. The small slips of paper are sheets of printer paper torn into 16ths. The jar is an old spaghetti sauce jar without a lid. Any type of fall ribbon or leaves or Thanksgiving motif can be used to decorate it. Here I have purple ribbon I bought for another project and a dollar kid's Thanksgiving craft project that I got at Michael's craft store on discount. The sign at the top is optional. Encourage yourself and anyone else in the household to contribute to it once a day. It need not be anything "portentous"! You can be thankful that your medical tests came out negative or give thanks for peanut butter. The idea is just to be thankful every day.
THANKSGIVING MEMORIES
In the early 60s, teachers didn't allow Christmas to creep into the classroom too early. Before Thanksgiving, we would have had Veteran's Day (or as my folks still called it, Armistice Day) exercisesthere wasn't a kid in our school who couldn't sing the various military service songs from our battered singing books, ones like "Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder" or "The Cassions Go Rolling Along," or recite "In Flanders Fields"and only then did we prepare for Thanksgiving.
There was always some Thanksgiving project to put up on the big corkboard at the back of the classroom, using construction paper cutouts highlighted with crayon. Sometimes it had to do with the classic Pilgrims and Indians story, sometimes it involved an "over the river and through the woods" type mural, or it might be themed to a bountiful harvest and the giving of food, since there was always a Thanksgiving "can drive" right before the holiday. No photocopiers existed, so the school was sharp with the piquant and addicting scent of fresh "ditto" papernothing brings back school memories for baby boomers like the odor of spirit duplicator fluid!as handouts appeared. The older children would receive history quizzes or spelling associated with the holiday, while the smaller children dutifully colored in turkeys in dozens of rainbow colors. History and geography classes might concentrate on New England or we would learn about the history of Native Americans, especially the facts that Eastern Woodland tribes did not dress or eat like the Plains Indians they were usually dressed like in adventure fiction. (I recall learning the difference between a tepee [a Plains dwelling] versus a wigwam, which cheap stories told us were interchangable. There would be Thanksgiving readings, and of course a big Thanksgiving assembly on the day before the holiday.
At home, we would have watched some of our favorite TV series have Thanksgiving episodes for the few days (not a few weeks!) before the holiday; we might also watch a Thanksgiving movie about Plymouth, such as the Spencer Tracy film Plymouth Adventure or maybe even a cartoon like The Mouse on the Mayflower or a Thanksgiving episode of Davey and Goliath.
Some kids had memories of mounds of delectable leftovers in their homes after Thanksgiving, but in ours that wasn't traditional. I was an only child, and back then turkeys only came in "supersizes" for big families. Compounding the problem was that my mom's little Glenwood stove didn't have the oven to fit one of those big birdsand, secretly, she was never very fond of turkey, either. She complained hers always came out dryand what on earth would we do with all those leftovers with just the three of us? However, this didn't mean a lack of goodies in the household: Mom would make cookies, buy a squash pie for dessert, and a little Table Talk apple pie for me. We might even have some Hershey's kisses or fruit candies.
Since we were usually invited to my Grandfather's house for Christmas dinner, on Thanksgiving we were on our own. That was fine with me, though, because I remember how we celebrated with great affection.
Thanksgiving morning would "officially" begin about ten minutes to nine, when I crept from my warm bed in the rear of the house and into the chilly living roomby now the trees were stripped of leaves and the lawn brown; the living room faced the frigid north winds that swept in from the Atlantic Ocean and the front door would be locked up for the winter season, with rags stuffed in the cracks to keep out the draftto switch on the big GE console television for the parades. Some of my friends watched the Macy's parade on NBC, but I preferred CBS, where they showed four parades under the umbrella title "CBS Thanksgiving Parade Jubilee," including Macy's, usually leaving it for last with the grand arrival of Santa Claus. There was no Walt Disney parade or one from Hawaii as there were in later broadcasts; instead we saw Gimbel's Department Store parade from Philadelphia, J.L. Hudson's from Detroit (Hudson itself, alas, is gone, but survives in one of its former outlet stores: Target), and the Eaton Santa Claus Parade from Torontofilmed earlier, the stentorian tones of the announcer would inform us. Gimbel's parade was sure to have a smattering of Mummers, who would later show up on New Year's Day in the annual televised Mummer's Parade, and the Eaton's parade always featured storybook characters and floats, including British and French ones that I'd never heard of except on the morning of the parade, complete with a giant gander ridden by Mother Goose herself. Originally the CBS extravaganza was hosted by Captain Kangaroo and the theme music was a rousing John Philip Sousa march. Today I can't hear that march without thinking of Thanksgiving morning. Later, William Conrad sat in a plush, masculine den sipping eggnog to host the spectacle, while the celebrities du jour shivered out on the city streets. At the end of the parade Conrad would toast the holiday and wish us all a merry Christmas.
Daddy would eventually straggle out from the bedroom watch the parades with me, but Mom was always cleaning house, and of course making breakfast. We had eggnogs back then, with fresh Hood's milk (no cream) and eggs directly from Stamp's Farm, and just enough sugar to taste, not like that thick, intensely sweet goo that turns up in grocery stores at Christmastime in a jar or carton. They usually had cereal, and I would have stolen one or two of the freshly baked wine biscuits to munch as the black-and-white images marched by.
The final few commercial breaks were reserved for dressing up to go out. You definitely didn't go anywhere on Thanksgiving Day in casual clothes back then, so it was on with dresses or suits, with thick snug leotards as befit the frosty weather. Lastly you'd put on Sunday shoes (which always hurt no matter how well they'd been fitted), and when the parades were over, it was into coats, hats and gloves and off to dinnerat a real restaurant.
Yes, this was one of the few times of the year we ate at a big fancy restaurant, not a fast-food place like Burger Chef on a Sunday afternoon on the way home from the beach, or in a coffee shop or the Woolworth's lunch counter as a treat. Although Daddy longed to go other places, and one year we tried another restaurant, only to be disappointed, we always ended up at the same place, a place called Venetian Gardens on the road to Oakland Beach. It was owned by one of his "goombas" and had once been a supper club in the 1940s and 1950s where they had a real orchestra and dining and dancing like you see in vintage films. It was still breathtakingly elegant to a small girl: first a well-dressed hat-check "girl" near the door took your coats while you ate so they didn't hang untidily on the back of your chair, and then as you sat big-eyed looking at all the other diners in their fine duds, a cigarette girl with a shining tray suspended from her neck just like in the movies would walk by, hoping you'd buy a pack. Waiters elegantly dressed in dark suits, white shirts, and sometimes gloves presided over round tables dressed in spotless white tablecloths with shining crystalware and silver utensils and goblet-shaped glasses. The menus had leather covers. If we were lucky, they had a live pianist playing softly in the backgrounds. In this heady atmosphere of simulated wealth, as if we were the Kennedys or the Rockefellers, we would order turkey, of course, because that was tradition, even Mom (who usually begged extra gravy from the waiter to disguise the taste).
Mom and Dad might have coffee afterwards, but no dessert. When we were finished with the meal, we would "take a ride" for an hour or two, perhaps down to Narragansett Pier or to the Point Judith lighthouse despite the cold, to digest our dinner and give other members of the family a chance to eat theirs. Once we'd let a little time pass and given the relatives time to eat a typical Italian Thanksgiving dinnerwhich of course included lasagna and spaghetti and antipasto along with turkey, butternut squash, mashed potatoes and all the trimmingswe were expected over Papá's house for dessert: what a treat to open the cellar door (all our family gatherings were held, not in the formal dining room, but the homey, warm, familiar "daylight basement" with its checked curtains, swirled linoleum, huge table covered in layers of autumn-themed oilcloth, a framed photo of The Last Supper on the gray board wall at the back, and smell hot fragrant coffee and the last traces of Aunty Margaret's baking. There would be soda for the kids, with the table dotted with homemade pies and plates of Italian cookies. After coffee and dessert, as on Christmas Eve and then Christmas Day, first the whole family, including all the kids, would get to play Pokeno with our carefully hoarded pennies, waiting for "bingo" or "corners" or "centers" to appear, then the men claimed the surface of the table and had a poker game while the women talked and we kids played (but not too roughly, because we were still in miniature suits and starched dresses with stiff netted slips underneath), or spied on the grownups. Only later did we learn what all those grownup words like "miscarriage" and "mortgage" meant.
Finally we'd have to leave for home because Daddy always had to work the next day, but in "kidland" it was still a holiday: Friday was a day off from school. When I was very small, the day after Thanksgiving was the day all the television networks showed Saturday morning cartoons. These lasted until noon. Then kid-friendly movies like Gypsy Colt, National Velvet, Lili or Tom Thumb would be broadcast, and the first of the Christmas movies might appear. This custom waned, and nevertheless I had more interesting things to do as I grew older: in the morning Mom and I would take the early bus downtown and go to Confession, have breakfast, and then do Christmas shopping. By the time the crowds got thick, we were already on the bus home.
And then it would be time for the best holiday of the year!
TWO FAMOUS THANKSGIVING SONGS
It wouldn't be Thanksgiving if we didn't mention the two most famous Thanksgiving songs of all, one secular and one religious.
The first, the long version printed below, is the childhood classic, Lydia Maria Child's "A Boy's Thanksgiving Day," a.k.a. "Over the River and Through the Wood." Nope, they're not going to Grandmother's (or Grandfather's, rather) house for Christmas. A very particularly Northern New England poem, complete with snow (since Thanksgiving was still thought of as a winter holiday when it was written)! The rhythm simulates the trotting of a horse and the entire atmosphere is that of jubilation despite the cold, with the vocabulary so evocative of the 19th century.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.Over the river, and through the wood-
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
as over the ground we go.Over the river, and through the wood.
with a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark and the children hark,
as we go jingling by.Over the river, and through the wood,
to have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, "Ting a ling ding!"
Hurray for Thanksgiving Day!Over the river, and through the wood-
no matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get the sleigh upset
into a bank of snow.Over the river, and through the wood,
to see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all, and play snowball
and stay as long as we can.Over the river, and through the wood,
trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!
For 'tis Thanksgiving Day.Over the river, and through the wood
and straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow-
it is so hard to wait!Over the river, and through the wood-
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his paw with a loud bow-wow,
and thus the news he tells.Over the river, and through the wood-
when Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,
bring pie for everyone."Over the river, and through the wood-
now Grandmothers cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
About Lydia Maria Child, who was an abolitionist in an era that did not support them. She also edited a children's magazine.
The second is that quintessential Thanksgiving hymn,
"We Gather Together"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing,
Sing praises to His name: He forgets not his own.Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, wast at our side, All glory be thine!We all do extol thee, thou leader triumphant,
And pray that thou still our defender wilt be.
Let thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
Learn more about this famous piece of music in A Hymn's Long Journey Home: The Surprising Origins of "We Gather Together," a Thanksgiving Standard.
Incidentally, this isn't the version I learned. I was so very puzzled the first time I watched the "Home From Home" segment of Alistair Cooke's America and heard them singing the three verses stated above. Apparently the author of the song was a staunch anti-Catholic, so there is a Catholic version that contains the following verses, which is what I remember:We gather together to sing the Lord’s praises
To worship the Father through Jesus, His Son.
In this celebration
All sing with jubilation.
We are His holy people whose freedom He won.We greet our Lord present within this assembly
To hear His good news announced clearly to all.
Our priest is presiding
In Christ we are abiding
As we invoke God’s blessing and answer His call.
THANKSGIVING POETRY AND VINTAGE POSTCARDS
"As Yellow as Gold"
Here is a pumpkin, fluted, golden, Tables at the first Thanksgiving, Christmas rooms are gay with holly, Autumn dressed the woods in splendor; Mary E. Knowlton (1904) | |
"Horn of Plenty"
If I had a horn of plenty to fill, Just so does our God, who has mouths to feed I do have a horn of plenty to fill, May God's horn of plenty fill to the brim Minnie Klemme |
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"Home for Thanksgiving" A hundred miles of singing road Angela Gall |
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"Thanksgiving Inventory" I thank Thee, Lord, for beauties such as these Sunset clouds like chariots of fire, Frost-turned maples in a hilltop row, I thank Thee, Lord, for beauties given me; Sudie Stuart Hager |
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"Look for Things" Look for things to be thankful for: A cushioned chair that you fixed yourself, An old windjammer that you recall The lovely odor of lemon peel; Look for things to be thankful for: So much to be thankful for these days, Edna Jaques |
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"Thanksgiving Wings" In autumn mists the pheasants fly Ripe grapes flash jewels from each vine; Red apples with their scents to please Chestnuts and walnuts carpet the ground; From fruitful earth is bounty spilled; Elisabeth Weaver Winstead |
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Fourth Thursday in November He sits backwards on the bird bath Kunigunde Duncan |
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