Thanksgiving is a low-stress holiday, a celebration of food and football. The history books in school claimed that in 1621 the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag shared the first Thanksgiving, a peaceful, abundant meal. This historic episode or legend may have been revised or reinterpreted since my schooldays. But to me Thanksgiving embodies the spirit of Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men. It is without the capitalist pressure of buying gifts for a perfect Christmas.
Before the big football game on TV, you can set the table with your grandmother’s Jewel Tea Company china, which she bought with coupons in the ’30s or ’40s, and summon everybody to the table. Last year you retired the Pilgrims tablecloth, because someone found it politically incorrect and “offensive.” Heavens, it was not an heirloom, and I certainly was not attached to it. Let it go! It’s like that turkey centerpiece you made at school out of a potato and toothpicks. Not an heirloom.
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