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<\/a>Tom & Giblets<\/p><\/div>\n
As followers of the blog know,\u00a0Suzanne<\/strong>\u00a0and I alternate writing each week, and for the previous two years,\u00a0Thanksgiving<\/strong>\u00a0has fallen on her week, which is a good thing, because she\u2019s so good at writing appropriate holiday blogs. \u00a0I, on the other hand, tend to see things through lenses that are just a little warped. So rather than focusing on the\u00a0\u2018Three Fs\u2019 – Family, Food and Football<\/strong>, like I should be, I\u2019m wondering about things like if the turkeys really know how much their lives are in jeopardy this time of year. \u00a0I know turkeys aren\u2019t real deep thinkers, after all they\u2019re the birds that go outside during a rainstorm, look up, open their mouths and drown, and though they won\u2019t be invited to a\u00a0Mensa<\/strong>\u00a0meetings anytime soon, even\u00a0they\u00a0<\/em>must wonder why they\u2019re being fattened up this time of year and why their friends keep disappearing. \u201cSay, whatever happened to that nice couple,\u00a0Tom & Giblets<\/strong>?\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019ve also been thinking about the\u00a0first Thanksgiving<\/strong>. It was in\u00a01621<\/strong>\u00a0(No, I wasn\u2019t in attendance). Due to a record harvest, the pilgrims invited the local Indians for a feast. The pilgrims were waiting for a reciprocal invitation the following year, but none was forthcoming. Why? We\u2019re not exactly sure, but if we examine the recorded description of that first repast we can find some clues as to why the Indians were not that excited about inviting the pilgrims back to their place for dinner.<\/p>\n “No, you can’t sit at the table, but you can have seconds on the pie.”<\/p><\/div>\n First, the\u00a0Pilgrims<\/strong>\u00a0and the\u00a0Indians<\/strong>\u00a0didn\u2019t speak the same language, so there wasn\u2019t much \u2018small talk\u2019 going on between them at the dinner table, like, \u201cDon’t you think the goat tastes a little gamey?\u201d or \u201cHave you started your Christmas shopping yet?\u201d Secondly, the Indians were in the habit of bathing regularly; conversely the English pilgrims took a bath once a month whether they needed one or not. So no matter how good the roasted wart hog might have smelled, the odor from the pilgrims hung over the festivities. \u00a0A third factor may have been that the first invitation probably didn\u2019t indicate a dress code; the English pilgrims, who were accustomed to dressing formally for dinner,most likely wore hats, waist coats, ruffle ties and buckle shoes and were probably aghast when their native American guests arrived barefoot and in loin cloths.<\/p>\n “I think I’m getting screwed here, but we’ll give you all these beads for Manhattan.”<\/p><\/div>\n Whatever the reason for the hiatus between feasts, it is assumed that during that first dinner there was some conversation amongst each group separately regarding the disposition of Manhattan<\/strong>, as the famous sale of that island took place just five years after that first Thanksgiving. I can see the pilgrims huddling together over by the pie tray, trying to see if they could gather enough beads and trinkets to equal $24, which is what they wanted to offer to purchase Manhattan. On the other side of the table, the Indians were having a very different conversation that may have ended with something like, \u201cWhite man is trying to ply us with \u2018fire water\u2019<\/strong> so they can take advantage of us, but I don\u2019t think we even own Manhattan, so if they\u2019re willing to give us $24 for it, I say we take it and run.\u201d<\/p>\n I have some other random Thanksgiving thoughts, but with six in-law houseguests coming in this week, perhaps I better focus on the \u2018Three Fs\u2019, make that the \u2018Four Fs\u2019, I\u2019m adding Firewater.<\/p>\n Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, filled with all the \u2018Fs\u2019 you can stand.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Bob Sparrow As followers of the blog know,\u00a0Suzanne\u00a0and I alternate writing each week, and for the previous two years,\u00a0Thanksgiving\u00a0has fallen on her week, which is a good thing, because she\u2019s so good at writing appropriate holiday blogs. \u00a0I, on … read more<\/a><\/a>