Let me begin
this post with my sincerest wishes that you are surrounded this Thanksgiving
with friends and family.
As we gather together
to share in our holiday feast, I hope you will remember our brave military
servicemen and women who are far from hearth and home serving our nation in
harm’s way. I hope you offer a prayer to
those whose tables will have an empty chair that would otherwise have been
filled by someone they’ve lost during the year.
Year after
year nothing really changes on Thanksgiving does it? We give thanks that we live in the freest
nation on earth. The baby that was
brought into the world since the last Thanksgiving is proudly shown off and the
fabric of the American family is stitched together again as the bountiful meal
is shared. America has come home.
Pictured here is the November 24, 1945, Saturday Evening Post cover featuring Norman Rockwell’s "Home
for Thanksgiving” where a GI still in his uniform happily helps his mom peel the
potatoes for the feast they will enjoy.
The tradition
in my home includes watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. The parade travels down Central Park West and
ends at 34th Street. That
sets the stage for watching, for the umpteenth time, the classic movie Miracle on 34th Street.
The movie
stars little Natalie Wood as Susan Walker, who in her young life, has doubts
about childhood’s most enduring miracle. She learns through Kris Kringle,
played by Edmund Gwenn, that faith is believing in things when common sense
tells you not to.
Then comes the
football games where everybody finds a spot around the TV and undoes their
pants to ease that stuffed-to-the-gills feeling.
Here’s wishing
you a Happy Thanksgiving.
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