Thursday, November 26, 2009

Have A Pleasant Thanksgiving (Yer Mother!)

[Editor's Note: From 2006. I was Thankful I could run it again instead of being original]
{Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving. And there is no editor}

There are lots of news stories available --the majority of them, I think-- expounding on the horrors of Thanksgiving. "Send us your dysfunctional family Thanksgiving disaster stories" is the lede on every radio program I can find that hasn't jumped the gun entirely and started with "Tell us your Christmas horror stories."

I'm not having it. Thanksgiving is lovely. Or it should be.

Thanksgiving doesn't beat around the bush; right in the name it tells you it's a day to be grateful. Complaining about it seems to me to be like going to the art museum and complaining that the paintings are obscuring your view of the walls.

Hmm. Perhaps that's a bad simile. I've been to many museums where the dropcloth daubs they hang on the walls aren't as interesting as the off-white paint, now that I consider it. So please insert "Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy" in the preceding paragraph where "art museum" appears. Thanks.

Anyway, it's not about you. For one day, at least, I don't want to hear about your crabby attitude towards your assembled family and your overcooked turkey. I don't want to hear about the lousy TV you've got to watch the football game on. I don't care if you don't like the floats that drift by Macy's like garish barrage balloons. Put a sock in it. It's not about you.

It's not about any one of us. It's about remembering that everything all of us have is a gift, and we could lose it, and we should take time out from our lives for one day a year and acknowledge that.

Have you ever been in a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving? I hate the preening socialites and politicians that visit there on Thanksgiving to get face time on TV. I think much more kindly about the people that feed those poor souls on November 25th and November 27th, when the cameras aren't interested.

There's a look on a person's face, when someone gives them something they need that they might not have otherwise. It's the look on the face of the man in line at the soup kitchen. It's gratitude.

I'm going to give it a try today, that look. It looks like Thanksgiving.


Casey Klahn said...

Well re-said.

And I'm glad you sent the editor packing - I may try that myself.

Daphne said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Sippican.

Jean said...

I'd bet you keep that look most every day.

Happy Thanksgiving!

bgc said...

You are right - of course.

But I can remember as a youg man how much I hated feeling gratitude, or having to express it.

That was bad of me, and bad of our culture for encouraging me in it.

SippicanCottage said...

I have met countless lovely and interesting people on the Intertunnel.

I am grateful for this glowing box, and the people that show up on it.

Andy said...

Happy Thanksgiving, sir.

My brother's family just moved out to your neck of the woods, so be thankful if I don't visit him as an excuse to give you nightmares by leaving glass and balsa wood furniture from Ikea on your porch. Without the assembly instructions.