It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”
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How did this Thanksgiving scenario get started?
History has its ways of becoming mixed up in a sociological/psychological/political electric blender. Ending up as oil and water glop. Coming out the other end as something not recognizable. So here we have, as related by various amateur historians the story of Thanksgiving. Re-written to suit multiple cultures. European and Indigenous. Pilgrims meets aboriginals. FirstContinue reading “How did this Thanksgiving scenario get started?”
Miles Standish was born too soon.
Here is what the Pilgrim women folk didn’t have on their Thanksgiving menu. A Butterball turkey bronzed, succulent, and deliciously stuffed. With a side of giblet gravy over fluffed mashed potatoes. Fluffed with real creamery grade A butter with sea salt and fresh ground black pepper. Then the forever requested and ubiquitous green bean casseroleContinue reading “Miles Standish was born too soon.”