In my early years here in the USA, I was baffled as to why any country would schedule a holiday that upstaged Christmas. Not only that, but this Thanksgiving thing-y drastically reduced the menu options for the December 25 holiday (turkey with trimmings is the traditional Irish Christmas dish) dinner.
That was almost 30 years ago.
Now, I’ve grown to love this gift-less, secular holiday and all that it teaches us about appreciating what we have and how far we’ve come.
Last week, I came across an old essay of mine that I wrote for a 2008 issue of “Merrimack Valley Magazine,” one of our local lifestyle glossy here in Massachusetts. I wrote this piece about a different holiday (St. Patrick’s), but I’m adapting the closing paragraph for Thanksgiving.
Enjoy. And remember, while you’re preparing to feast, someone else is worrying about how she will feed or clothe her family this winter. So dig deep. Donate a lot.
Oh, and think of those migrant workers who plant or pick or tend to that food that you’re about to cook or enjoy, like the folks featured in this NPR story from this morning.
From “Merrimack Valley Magazine,” 2008
Other essays I've written on the Thanksgiving Holiday