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Thanksgiving traditions die like the turkey
By Kristen Pearson
November 21, 2010
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Kristen Pearson's Ponderings
This Thursday the aroma of a turkey dinner being cooked and the sounds of the Cowboys football game will fill homes all over the U.S.
Unfortunately, those smells and sounds will not fill my house this year.
Every year after dinner, our family hangs out, eats pie and my two sisters and best friend come over to watch a movie.
Not this year.
I realize that things change as we get older — people move away or die and traditions grow cold and stale, but I never thought this would happen to me.
I was wrong and naive to think such things couldn’t touch me.-----
One Response to “Thanksgiving traditions die like the turkey”
Ted Rudow III,MA says:
November 22, 2010
A Thanksgiving Day editorial in the newspaper told of a schoolteacher who asked her class of first-graders to draw a picture of something they were thankful for. She thought of how little these children from poor neighborhoods actually had to be thankful for. But she knew that most of them would draw pictures of turkeys or tables with food. The teacher was taken aback with the picture Douglas handed in-a simple, childishly drawn hand.
But whose hand? The class was captivated by the abstract image. “I think it must be the hand of God that brings us food,” said one child.
“A farmer,” said another, “because he grows the turkeys.”
Finally when the others were at work, the teacher bent over Douglas’ desk and asked whose hand it was. “It’s your hand, Teacher,” he mumbled.
She recalled that frequently at recess she had taken Douglas, a scrubby, forlorn child, by the hand. She often did that with the children. But it meant so much to Douglas. Perhaps this was everyone’s Thanksgiving, not for the material things given to us but for the chance, in whatever small way, to give to others.
Ted Rudow III,MA
class of 1996