Watching Macy's big parade and scanning Black Friday ads take up most of the morning on Turkey Day. Today I read the usual offerings from the Register Guard and the one that caught my eye was as follows as it is worth reading........
"The king and high priest of all festivals was the autumn Thanksgiving. When the apples were all gathered and pumpkins were rolled in from many a hill in billows of gold, and the corn was husked, and the labors of the season were done, and the warm late days of Indian Summer came in, dreamy and calm, and still, with just enough frost to crisp the ground of morning, but with warm trace of benignant, sunny hours at noon, there came over the community a sort of genial repose of spirit--a sense of something accomplished, and a new golden mark made in advance--and the deacon began to say to the minister, of a Sunday, "I suppose it's about time for the Thanksgiving Proclamation." Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote this description and reminds us what the day is all about.
In our current age of instant info, instant messaging, instant food, instant everything.........it is good to reflect on a slower, dreamier time .......even the words are lovely and cause me to ponder the full meaning.
We will be feasting at daughter's at 4pm today........Steve the master of the Turkey Dinner will cook for us and we shall eat too much and think we never want to hear the word turkey again until..............the next day when we are making that turkey sandwich...........Blessing to everyone on this day of Gratitude.
