So, Here We Are—Again

And as another year sails into the sunset, and another holiday season descends upon us, we once again check our calendar to discover it is that time that we are supposed to have a delicious dinner, connect with friends and family and, oh yeah, give thanks.

I know, I know, I’m being cynical, but it always kind of grabs me that out of 365 days, we have to be reminded to give thanks. For one day. After which we, with much more enthusiasm, join the hoards of people celebrating “Black Friday”. Now, there is nothing wrong with giving thanks for scoring a prized Christmas gift at an awesome reduced price. I just don’t think that is what the Pilgrims had in mind when they bowed their heads, or today, if they hadn’t, would we?

But, the truth be known, the numbers among us that know the origin of Thanksgiving are dwindling. Kind of like Christmas. It hasn’t always been like that.

I remember when, on Halloween, kids used to dress as Pilgrims and Indians. Yes, Indians. Indigenous people. Native Americans. I didn’t get any of them at my door this year. Or last year, etc, etc. To polarizing I guess. Might not get as much candy, given the mindset of the homeowner.

But, there was a time when Thanksgiving was one of the two largest holidays for a reason. Back when I was a kid and times were at least as tough as they are today. Times when friendship was personal and neighbors had respect for each other. A time when the traditions of today had more meaning, not so much because of those around the table, but because of the ones that weren’t.

I remember when family was the thread that bound relationships. A child that didn’t respect their parents generally did not respect any of their elders, and it was perceived that the parents, not their teachers, were at fault. And the parents were embarrassed.

I remember being excited about having a turkey dinner because money was tight. I will never forget the year that the local grocer closed early to let his people go home, before we picked up the turkey we had on lay away. We had pork chops with all the fixings. And, somehow we survived.

I remember not being one of the providers, but one of the recipients of a charitable turkey basket. I didn’t really understand it then, but my folks sure did, and they were thankful.

I remember that when we sat down to celebrate the day, no one had any trouble thinking of things for which they were thankful. And, it didn’t take one day, carved out of a year, to remind us of the bounty that was ours.

This year, I will again sit down to a meal by myself. My decision. I have had an invitation to spend the day with others. But for me, this is not only another opportunity to say thanks. It is also another chance to reflect on life and how good I have it. It is a time for me to turn the pages of my life and once again, reflect on how lucky I am to have the friends, neighbors, and relatives that provide the love and support that make me give thanks every day.

But, most of all, I give thanks because, I remember!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

Bob, Sophie, and Kramer

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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9 Responses to So, Here We Are—Again

  1. pchj@twc.com says:

    As usual, well said, but have to wonder if those under the age of 50 will understand, hope so……

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  2. pchj@twc.com says:

    Bob, look up on Utube a song by McDermott entitled MY OLD MAN. It will I think pull at your heart strings greatly. Very moving. He is same person who sang THE OLD HOUSE you mentioned below.

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  3. quiall says:

    We celebrated Thanksgiving last month in Canada and I agree with you in everything. But I have a question. Everyone is so excited about Black Friday but we’re not allowed to have black boards? My head is spinning at the speed at which the world is changing and it is becoming more confusing. It helps to remember the simplicity of things like the first thanksgiving. At least for me

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  4. I think the pilgrims were busy handing out small pox blankets and killing native americans, but maybe that’s just me. The pilgrims were the bad guys. I’m glad you have nice memories from your childhood and a wonderful life. Have a nice day with the pups. 🙂

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  5. Right on
    Couldn’t agree with you more

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  6. scifihammy says:

    There is always something to be thankful for, especially if times have been tough in the past.
    I totally agree with you, that Thanks are not just to be given on one day of the year!
    I hope you had an enjoyable meal 🙂

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