Thanksgiving
“Over the River and Through the Wood to Grandmother’s House
We Go”
The New England
Boy’s Song About Thanksgiving Day
Lyrics by Lydia
Maria Child, 1844
This is supposedly the busiest travel time in the US, but
few of us will be relying on transport by a horse-drawn sleigh through the
snow. Snow, we have. The so-called polar vortex has frozen the
country and dumped feet of early snow.
Most travelers will rely upon cars, buses, trains and planes. This holiday is known for food,
family/friends and football, as well as being the traditional start of the Christmas
holiday season. I remember, as a child,
the department stores didn’t display Christmas decorations until after
Thanksgiving, after all Santa didn’t arrived at Macy’s until the Thanksgiving
Day parade. Nowadays the boughs are
hung in big box stores in late summer and the gift catalogs arrive in October.
I have been consoled by many TV and media ads which feature
the true meaning of this holiday, that of giving thanks. It shouldn’t take a special day set aside
for this activity, actually we all should set aside a minute or two each day to
express our gratitude or perform a simple act of kindness, or be thoughtful and
polite.
Gobble, Gobble
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