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					The mere thought of Thanksgiving Day invokes visions of a 
					beautiful laid out table, covered with linen, adorned by 
					china, and delicious food. This family tradition, started so 
					long ago, continues down the generations, with no end in 
					sight for the future generations to come. It is a purely 
					American holiday, that causes us to pause and acknowledge 
					how truly thankful we should be. 
					
					
					Through the years, the holiday has refined itself to what it 
					is today. Foods are basically the same as they were then, 
					totally familiar to us. 
					
					
					Many pioneers who came to American shores would be surprised 
					by the "new goods" we now deem as part of our Thanksgiving 
					table. These pioneers came from many lands, mostly 
					originating at the beginning from Europe: the English, who 
					came to Virginia in 1607, and the New England in 1620; the 
					Dutch, who settled in New York in 1623; the Finns and Swedes 
					in Delaware in the 1620's; the English Quakers in 
					Pennsylvania in 1681; and the Germans also in Pennsylvania 
					about 1690. 
					
					
					These people beheld a wilderness of game animals which 
					include: deer, moose, elk, rabbits and squirrels. Food 
					teemed from the eastern shores, and fruits, such as 
					mulberries, cherries, grapes and walnuts were there for the 
					taking. 
					
					
					Indeed, America was land of plenty - if you knew which 
					plants were safe to eat and if you could preserve them for 
					when the winds blew cold. Many plants were unfamiliar to the 
					Europeans. Only with the help of the Native Americans who 
					lived upon the land, did the settlers survive. The Indians 
					introduced lima beans, peppers, pumpkins, squash, sweet 
					potatoes and corn into the settlers diet of cabbage, 
					parsnips and herbs. 
					
					
					Corn was the crucial vegetable, which could be roasted, 
					boiled, made into pudding and bread. Indians taught the 
					settlers to grow beans up cornstalks, thereby saving 
					precious land and space. These vegetables, harvested and 
					cooked together, made a popular dish of succotash.
					
					
					
					When we think of proper table manners at the Thanksgiving 
					meal, many orderly images come to mind. For the settlers, 
					however, the time to sit down and give thanks was too 
					fleeting - there was just too much to be done. A table was 
					usually made from simple planks of wood. Sometimes there 
					weren't any chairs! As a result, the family members 
					literally "ate and ran". 
					
					
					Dinnerware was hard to come by. Sometimes spoons were carved 
					out of wood. More creative spoons were made from seashells 
					and walnut shells attached with twig handles. Pewter came 
					later and was expensive. Forks were virtually unknown until 
					the mid 1700's. 
					
					
					The most common way to eat food was from a trencher-square 
					blocks of wood in which bowls had been hollowed out of on 
					one side. The other side was usually flat, so that a piece 
					of pie could be eaten upon it. One side had the main course, 
					and "flip" the other side held dessert. 
					
					
					Some trenchers didn't even get this fancy. Some families 
					used stale bread instead of wood. The food, once poured on 
					the bread, could be entirely consumed. No dish washing!
					
					
					
					Cups were usually shared around a table. Made of wood and 
					called a �noggin," the cup usually contained cider or beer.
					
					
					
					No dainty cleanliness for these early folks. Without many 
					forks or spoons, the fingers were the tools of choice.
					
					
					
					One common necessity did exist then as it does today when 
					eating the Thanksgiving meal - napkins! Upon laps and tied 
					around necks, the sight is the same. As time went on, tables 
					were covered with cloths, and wooden utensils gave way to 
					china and glassware. 
					
					
					Although many types of poultry could be found in the New 
					World, only one is truly associated with Thanksgiving Day: 
					the turkey. Benjamin Franklin deemed the turkey such a noble 
					bird that he wanted it to be the national bird of America, 
					rather than the eagle! Needless to say, the eagle won out.
					
					
					
					Turkeys in colonial days could be huge: some weighed over 30 
					pounds! The wild birds often traveled in flocks numbering 
					over a hundred or more. In contrast to today's domesticated 
					turkey, the wild turkey had a beautiful purple and bronze 
					colored plummage. No doubt the feathers were greatly prized 
					as well. 
					
					
					Some foods, as said before, were unfamiliar to new settlers 
					to America. Sweet potatoes (actually roots) and squash, 
					which are often included on the Thanksgiving Day table, are 
					American. Potatoes (white), a wonderful accompaniment, were 
					introduced from overseas in the 1700's. Tomatoes which are 
					generously tossed into salads, were thought to be poisonous 
					and people refused to eat them until after the American 
					Revolution. 
					
					
					What shall you serve at your Thanksgiving table this year? 
					With so many people from different backgrounds in America, 
					the choices are endless. Each family adds its own special 
					touch to the holiday. Still, the main message of the holiday 
					is Thanksgiving, a moment to gather with family and friends 
					in the busy turning of life - just to give thanks for what 
					we have and who we are - AMERICANS! 
					  
					 
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					Thanksgiving History</center>
					
					
					On Thanksgiving Day, American Families gather around tables 
					laden with food and give thanks for the blessing of the past 
					year. In kitchens across the continent women bustle about, 
					preparing turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. This 
					American holiday has been celebrated since the Pilgrims 
					first set aside an occasion to thank God for a plentiful 
					harvest. 
					
					
					The pilgrims held the first Thanksgiving festival at 
					Plymouth, Massachusetts, in October, 1621. The bitter winter 
					of 1620, when the ship "Mayflower" had brought them to a new 
					country, was over. They had known hunger, and sickness had 
					carried away half the band of about 100 settlers. 
					
					
					But life was better now. The seeds sown early in 1621 had 
					produced a harvest that allowed them to increase their 
					scanty rations. The settlers were enjoying good health. Work 
					was going ahead on the houses they were building along Town 
					Brook. They walked peacefully and safely in the woods, for 
					they had made friends with the Indians and signed a 
					long-lasting peace treaty with Massasoit, head chief of the 
					Wampanoags. 
					
					
					Because of their good fortune, the Pilgrims decreed a 
					holiday on which all might, "after a more special manner, 
					rejoice together." 
					
					
					Governor Bradford sent four men to shoot waterfowl and wild 
					turkeys. The women worked hard cooking the food. Chief 
					Massasoit was invited to the feast, and he brought with him 
					90 brightly painted braves--about four times the number of 
					Pilgrim men. Some of Massasoit's men made themselves useful, 
					going into the forest and bagging five deer. 
					
					
					It was a gay open-air festival, held in the field along the 
					north bank of Town Brook. There were games of skill and 
					chance. The Indians entertained with some of their dances. 
					Captain Miles Standish staged a military review of his tiny 
					force. There was target shooting with bows and arrows and 
					firearms. 
					
					
					For 3 days the festivities went on, with the Pilgrims and 
					their guests gorging themselves on venison cooked on a spit 
					over a blazing open fire, roast ducks and geese, clams and 
					other shellfish, smoked eel, groundnuts (a kind of 
					potatolike root) baked in hot ashes, peas, salad greens, 
					herbs, corn pones, and Injun (corn-rye) bread. The pilgrims 
					served wine made from wild grapes. 
					
					
					There were cranberries by the bushel in neighboring bogs. 
					But it is doubtful that the Pilgrims had yet found a tasty 
					way of using them. It is also doubtful that the feast 
					included another tasty invention - pumpkin pie. If such pie 
					was served, it is certain that it was not topped with rich 
					whipped cream, for the Pilgrims had no cows as yet and would 
					not have any for another 3 years. 
					
					
					After the first New England Thanksgiving the custom spread 
					throughout the colonies, but each region chose its own date. 
					In 1789 George Washington, the first president of the United 
					States, proclaimed November 26 a day of Thanksgiving.
					
					
					
					Thanksgiving day continued to be celebrated in the United 
					States on different days in different states until Mrs. 
					Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey's Lady's Book, decided 
					to do something about it. For more than 30 years she wrote 
					letters to the governors and presidents asking them to make 
					Thanksgiving Day a national holiday. 
					
					
					Finally, in 1863, President Lincoln issued a White House 
					proclamation calling on the "whole American people" wherever 
					they lived to unite "with one heart and one voice" in 
					observing a special day of thanksgiving. 
					
					
					Setting apart the last Thursday of November for the purpose, 
					the President urged prayers in the churches and in the homes 
					to "implore the interposition of the almighty had to heal 
					the wounds of the nations and to restore it...to full 
					enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and union." He also 
					states that they express heartfeld thanks for the "blessing 
					of fruitful fields and healthful skies." 
					
					
					In 1939 President Franklin D. Roosevelt advanced 
					Thanksgiving Day one week. However, since some states used 
					the new date and others the old, it was changed again 2 
					years later. Thanksgiving Day is now celebrated on the 
					fourth Thursday in November. 
					
					
					The theme of Thanksgiving has always been peace and plenty, 
					health and happiness. To be truly observed, it involves not 
					merely "thanks" but "giving", too. It is a time for special 
					generosity in remembering and helping the less fortunate.
					
					
					
					By George F. Willison, Author, Saints and Strangers; Lives 
					of Pilgrim Fathers and Their Families 
					
					
					Noteworth information: ***It has been pointed out that 
					George Washington did this as a "one time only" thing in 
					1789, and it was to celebrate the new Constitution. It was 
					not an annual event since Washington's successors let it 
					drop completely. 
					
					
					Additional Side Note : ***The reason Franklin D. Roosevelt 
					moved Thanksgiving from the last Thursday of November..was 
					commercialism. He hoped to woo retailers, who complained 
					that they needed more time to "make proper provision for the 
					Christmas Rush." This move of the date outraged a few folks, 
					notable Republicans, who claimed Roosevelt was trampling 
					sacred traditions. For two years, people celebrated 
					Thanksgiving on one of two different days, depending on 
					their political inclinations! 
					
					
					The above additional information was supplied by Cardigan. 
					Thanks Cardigan for the comments and your interests.
					 
 
					 
					 
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					Our Thanksgiving Gift to you!</center>
					 
					 
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					"The Pilgrims Came"</center>
					
					<center>By Annette Wynne 
					 
					
					The Pilgrims came across the sea, 
					And never thought of you and me; 
					And yet it's very strange the way 
					We think of them Thanksgiving Day. 
					 
					We tell their story, old and true, 
					Of how they sailed across the blue, 
					And found a new land to be free 
					And built their homes quite near the sea. 
					 
					Every child knows well the tale 
					Of how they bravely turned the sail, 
					And journeyed many a day and night, 
					To worship God as they thought right. 
					 
					The people think that they were sad, 
					And grave; I'm sure that they were glad-- 
					They made Thanksgiving Day--that's fun-- 
					We thank the Pilgrims, every one! 
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					"Thanksgiving Day"</center>
					
					<center>By Lydia Maria Child
					
					 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood, 
					To grandfather's house we'll go; 
					The horse knows the way 
					To carry the sleigh 
					Through the white and drifted snow. 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood,-- 
					Oh, how the wind does blow! 
					It stings the toes 
					And bites the nose 
					As over the ground we go. 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood, 
					To have a first-rate play, 
					Hear the bells ring 
					"Ting-a-ling-ding!" 
					Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood, 
					Trot fast, my dapple gray! 
					Spring over the ground 
					Like a hunting hound! 
					For this is Thanksgiving Day! 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood, 
					And straight through the barnyard gate; 
					We seem to go 
					Extremely slow; 
					It is so hard to wait! 
					 
					Over the river and through the wood, 
					Now grandmother's cap I spy! 
					Hurrah for the fun! 
					Is the pudding done? 
					Hurrah for the Pumpkin Pie! 
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					We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; 
					He chastens and hastens, His will to make known; 
					The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, 
					Sing praises to his name; He forgets not his own. 
					 
					Amen.</center>
					 
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					Thanksgiving Prayer</center>
					
					 
					 
 <center>We come to this table today, O Lord, humble and thankful and glad. 
					We thank Thee first for the great miracle of life, for the 
					exaltation of being human, for the capacity of love. 
					We thank Thee for joys both great and simple -- 
					For wonder, dreams and hope; 
					For the newness of each day; 
					For laughter and song and a merry heart; 
					For compassion waiting within to be kindled; 
					For the forbearance of friends and the smile of a stranger; 
					For the arching of the earth and trees and heavens and the 
					fruit of all three; 
					For the wisdom of the old; 
					For the courage of the young; 
					For the promise of the child; 
					For the strength that comes when needed; 
					For this family united here today. 
					Of those to whom much is given, much is required. 
					May we and our children remember this. 
					 
					Amen. 
					Writer Unknown
					 
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					A Beautiful Heart</center>
					
					 
					 
					Please take time to read, you just might miss a piece of 
					your own Heart. 
					 
					One day a young woman was standing in the middle of the town 
					proclaiming that she had the most beautiful heart in the 
					whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired 
					her heart for it was perfect. 
					 
					There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed 
					it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. 
					The young woman was very proud and boasted more loudly about 
					her beautiful heart. 
					 
					Suddenly, an old woman appeared at the front of the crowd 
					and said, Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as 
					mine. "The crowd and the young woman looked at the old 
					woman's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, 
					it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces 
					put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were 
					several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were 
					deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. 
					 
					The people stared -- How can she say her heart is more 
					beautiful, they thought? The young woman looked at the old 
					woman's heart and saw its state and laughed. 
					 
					You must be joking," she said. "Compare your heart with 
					mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mass of scars and 
					tears." 
					 
					"Yes," said the old woman, "yours is perfect looking but I 
					could never trade with you. 
					 
					You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given 
					my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, 
					and often they give me a piece of their heart, which fits 
					into the empty place in my heart. But because the pieces 
					aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, 
					because they remind me of the love we shared. 
					 
					Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the 
					other person hasn't returned a piece of their heart to me. 
					These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a 
					chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, 
					reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I 
					hope someday they may return and fill the space I have 
					waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?" 
					 
					The young woman stood silently with tears running down her 
					cheeks. She walked up to the old woman, reached into her 
					perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. 
					She offered it to the old woman with trembling hands. The 
					old woman took her offering, placed it in her heart and then 
					took a piece from her old scarred heart and placed it in the 
					wound in the young woman's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, 
					as there were some jagged edges. 
					 
					The young woman looked at her heart, not perfect anymore but 
					more beautiful than ever, since love from the old woman's 
					heart flowed into hers. They embraced and walked away side 
					by side. 
					 
					Let everyone know each day how much they mean to you, they 
					may be gone tomorrow. I am thankful that I don't have a 
					perfect heart. Just think of all the love I would have 
					missed. 
					 
					Remember; don't be afraid to show your love to those people 
					who matter to you. It's what life is all about! We all miss 
					too many opportunities and have too many regrets, so take 
					this opportunity to share this with someone you love! 
					 
					Writer Unknown 
					 
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					<center>Here's to the good old turkey, 
					The bird that comes each fall, 
					And with his sweet persuasive meat 
					Makes gobblers of us all!</center>
					 
					 
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					<center>Come, ye thankful people, come 
					Raise the song of harvest-home: 
					All is safely gathered in, 
					Ere the winter storms begin. 
					 
					Henry Alnord (1810-1871)</center>
					 
					 
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					<center>Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from east and from 
					west, 
					From North and from South come the pilgrim and guest. 
					 
					John Greenleaf Whittier (1844)</center>
					 
					 
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