I love that there is a secular holiday that is all about giving thanks. I love that my family does their darndest to get home, even though it’s really a pain. I’m already missing the ones who can’t come, and I love that they miss coming home, yet wonderfully give thanks wherever they are, with a great spirit.
I’m looking forward to when we expand our family’s traditions into their family’s traditions as well.
I love that there are no presents and no cards and nothing but a certain menu, a hymn, and a sense that it is indeed fitting always and everywhere to give thanks!
|Is it okay to store apples near onions? I know you shouldn’t keep onions and potatoes together. Do you think this is going to work? It has so far.|
Every kind of thanks has its origin in God and His completely free act in creating us. Even when we thank someone for passing the salt, we should know that we can only have that movement of our soul because of Him and His goodness.
Our old friend Joe Sobran, who recently passed away, used to say that he thought that the fact that a person has a spontaneous desire to give thanks ought to be thought of as another proof of the existence of God, right up there with the Unmoved Mover.
|Advent is just around the corner!|
One day you wake up and just want to be thankful…to whom? Or some great evil is averted and you dissolve in relief and thanks…to whom?
Oh, some try to act as if it works just fine to be thankful without an object, as if we would be happy with that ourselves. Can you imagine doing something big for someone and having them write a vague thank-you note and then laying it out in a field? Not good enough! You hand that sucker right here so I can read it.
Even the gratitude we have for freedom, for the harvest, for family — it doesn’t come from nowhere, from nothing — and it doesn’t come only from the earth and this life. And it’s going somewhere, to some One.
I think it’s a variation on Newman’s longing, which can only be satisfied by God Himself. But there’s something about being grateful that doesn’t even involve the self; or rather, it’s the self stepping outside of itself to acknowledge that it cannot do a thing on its own. In a happy, carefree way.
So yes, I take Thanksgiving very seriously. Including the food.
I realized that last year I only showed pictures of my yams in progress, so I took some more pictures of food prep as I have been going along, but you know, it’s the same as at your house, I’m thinking!
I also have to have squash (it’s already in the freezer), because I love them both, yams and squash, and can never decide between them, so both it is.
|Must have plenty of good bread for those yummy turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sandwiches!|
Maybe here in New England we are more focused on the menu than elsewhere. I know I am. I remember once the Chief’s brother remarked that there was no point in trying to tweak the flavors (jalepeno turkey — his idea, never mine — or rosemary brussels sprouts or whatever) because in the end, it all tastes like…turkey dinner! Sage, mainly.
|I asked Bridget if we were beyond these decorations, made a few years ago, but she said not really.|
And personally, I love that taste. So that’s the taste you’ll be getting at my house! Also, unless certain boys are very tired and it’s raining, the “turkey classic” football game against the monks at noon at the Abbey (where Brother Anthony, a formidable player, can be found breaking all sorts of rules, as if he needs to); the kids betting on how long it takes me to knock my wineglass over; a game of dictionary, telephone pictionary, or charades if I’m lucky; and probably a fun movie if we all don’t fall asleep first. God willing that everyone comes home safely.
|I moved the garland down when I remembered where the turkeys go.|
What are your Thanksgiving traditions? What would you like your children to remember about Thanksgiving?
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