You know that feeling you get when you feel so helpless that every part of you aches? When you so badly want to help someone and can’t? When you so badly want someone to reach out and help you without being asked?
Do you know what it’s like to be terrified in the middle of bright sunlight and feel comforted in pitch blackness? Do you know what it’s also like for the sun to be your only smattering of hope when you’re drowning in the shadows? And how much it hurts when it never peeks through the clouds…
Have you been slogging through the ultimate pits of despair while plastering a bright and shiny smile on your face just so no one asks you to recount the hurt? Do you lie in bed listening to your heart break a little more every time it beats?
I, myself, use an app that plays thunderstorms on a loop. It doesn’t drown out the self-deprecating that also plays on a loop, but it quiets it a bit. I’ve become terrified of the dark when it used to be my solace. Perhaps it’s just complete loneliness, perhaps it’s self-loathing. Either way, it fucking sucks! I know I’m better than this, I know I’m stronger than this, but for once in this journey called life I want someone to wrap their arms around me, kiss me on the forehead and whisper “it’s okay, I understand, and together we will weather this storm until it passes “.
Sometimes even the dream of the fairy tale hurts to much to dream anymore. Chivalry is dead. Romance is a thing of the past. And honor…well apparently that’s only among thieves. After all I’ve been through, I refuse to settle…which means I’ll probably forever be alone. Coming to grips with that reality certainly doesn’t feel like sunshine on my face.
Thanksgiving Day is a national holiday in the United States, and Thanksgiving 2018 occurs on Thursday, November 22. In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies. For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states. It wasn’t until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.
In September 1620, a small ship called the Mayflower left Plymouth, England, carrying 102 passengers—an assortment of religious separatists seeking a new home where they could freely practice their faith and other individuals lured by the promise of prosperity and land ownership in the New World. After a treacherous and uncomfortable crossing that lasted 66 days, they dropped anchor near the tip of Cape Cod, far north of their intended destination at the mouth of the Hudson River. One month later, the Mayflower crossedMassachusettsBay, where the Pilgrims, as they are now commonly known, began the work of establishing a village at Plymouth.
Throughout that first brutal winter, most of the colonists remained on board the ship, where they suffered from exposure, scurvy and outbreaks of contagious disease. Only half of the Mayflower’s original passengers and crew lived to see their first New England spring. In March, the remaining settlers moved ashore, where they received an astonishing visit from an Abenaki Indian who greeted them in English. Several days later, he returned with another Native American, Squanto, a member of the Pawtuxet tribe who had been kidnapped by an English sea captain and sold into slavery before escaping to London and returning to his homeland on an exploratory expedition. Squanto taught the Pilgrims, weakened by malnutrition and illness, how to cultivate corn, extract sap from maple trees, catch fish in the rivers and avoid poisonous plants. He also helped the settlers forge an alliance with the Wampanoag, a local tribe, which would endure for more than 50 years and tragically remains one of the sole examples of harmony between European colonists and Native Americans.
In November 1621, after the Pilgrims’ first corn harvest proved successful, GovernorWilliam Bradfordorganized a celebratory feast and invited a group of the fledgling colony’s Native American allies, including the Wampanoag chief Massasoit. Now remembered as American’s “first Thanksgiving”—although the Pilgrims themselves may not have used the term at the time—the festival lasted for three days. While no record exists of the historic banquet’s exact menu, the Pilgrim chronicler Edward Winslow wrote in his journal that Governor Bradford sent four men on a “fowling” mission in preparation for the event, and that the Wampanoag guests arrived bearing five deer. Historians have suggested that many of the dishes were likely prepared using traditional Native American spices and cooking methods. Because the Pilgrims had no oven and the Mayflower’s sugar supply had dwindled by the fall of 1621, the meal did not feature pies, cakes or other desserts, which have become a hallmark of contemporary celebrations.
Pilgrims held their second Thanksgiving celebration in 1623 to mark the end of a long drought that had threatened the year’s harvest and prompted Governor Bradford to call for a religious fast. Days of fasting and thanksgiving on an annual or occasional basis became common practice in other New England settlements as well. During theAmerican Revolution, the Continental Congress designated one or more days of thanksgiving a year, and in 1789George Washingtonissued the first Thanksgiving proclamation by the national government of the United States; in it, he called upon Americans to express their gratitude for the happy conclusion to the country’s war of independence and the successful ratification of the U.S.Constitution. His successorsJohn AdamsandJames Madisonalso designated days of thanks during their presidencies.
In 1817,New Yorkbecame the first of several states to officially adopt an annual Thanksgiving holiday; each celebrated it on a different day, however, and the American South remained largely unfamiliar with the tradition. In 1827, the noted magazine editor and prolific writer Sarah Josepha Hale—author, among countless other things, of the nursery rhyme “Mary Had a Little Lamb”—launched a campaign to establish Thanksgiving as a national holiday. For 36 years, she published numerous editorials and sent scores of letters to governors, senators, presidents and other politicians.Abraham Lincolnfinally heeded her request in 1863, at the height of theCivil War, in a proclamation entreating all Americans to ask God to “commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife” and to “heal the wounds of the nation.” He scheduled Thanksgiving for the final Thursday in November, and it was celebrated on that day every year until 1939, whenFranklin D. Rooseveltmoved the holiday up a week in an attempt to spur retail sales during theGreat Depression. Roosevelt’s plan, known derisively as Franksgiving, was met with passionate opposition, and in 1941 the president reluctantly signed a bill making Thanksgiving the fourth Thursday in November.
In many American households, the Thanksgiving celebration has lost much of its original religious significance; instead, it now centers on cooking and sharing a bountiful meal with family and friends. Turkey, a Thanksgiving staple so ubiquitous it has become all but synonymous with the holiday, may or may not have been on offer when the Pilgrims hosted the inaugural feast in 1621. Today, however, nearly 90 percent of Americans eat the bird—whether roasted, baked or deep-fried—on Thanksgiving, according to the National Turkey Federation. Other traditional foods include stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. Volunteering is a common Thanksgiving Day activity, and communities often hold food drives and host free dinners for the less fortunate.
Parades have also become an integral part of the holiday in cities and towns across the United States. Presented by Macy’s department store since 1924, New York City’s Thanksgiving Day parade is the largest and most famous, attracting some 2 to 3 million spectators along its 2.5-mile route and drawing an enormous television audience. It typically features marching bands, performers, elaborate floats conveying various celebrities and giant balloons shaped like cartoon characters.
Beginning in the mid-20th century and perhaps even earlier, the president of the United States has “pardoned” one or two Thanksgiving turkeys each year, sparing the birds from slaughter and sending them to a farm for retirement. A number of U.S. governors also perform the annual turkey pardoning ritual.
For some scholars, the jury is still out on whether the feast at Plymouth really constituted the first Thanksgiving in the United States. Indeed, historians have recorded other ceremonies of thanks among European settlers in North America that predate the Pilgrims’ celebration. In 1565, for instance, the Spanish explorer Pedro Menéndez de Avilé invited members of the local Timucua tribe to a dinner in St. Augustine,Florida, after holding a mass to thank God for his crew’s safe arrival. On December 4, 1619, when 38 British settlers reached a site known as Berkeley Hundred on the banks of Virginia’s James River, they read a proclamation designating the date as “a day of thanksgiving to Almighty God.”
Some Native Americans and others take issue with how the Thanksgiving story is presented to the American public, and especially to schoolchildren. In their view, the traditional narrative paints a deceptively sunny portrait of relations between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag people, masking the long and bloody history of conflict between Native Americans and European settlers that resulted in the deaths of millions. Since 1970, protesters have gathered on the day designated as Thanksgiving at the top of Cole’s Hill, which overlooks Plymouth Rock, to commemorate a “National Day of Mourning.” Similar events are held in other parts of the country.
Thanksgiving’s Ancient Origins
Although the American concept of Thanksgiving developed in the colonies of New England, its roots can be traced back to the other side of the Atlantic. Both the Separatists who came over on the Mayflower and the Puritans who arrived soon after brought with them a tradition of providential holidays—days of fasting during difficult or pivotal moments and days of feasting and celebration to thank God in times of plenty.
As an annual celebration of the harvest and its bounty, moreover, Thanksgiving falls under a category of festivals that spans cultures, continents and millennia. In ancient times, the Egyptians, Greeks and Romans feasted and paid tribute to their gods after the fall harvest. Thanksgiving also bears a resemblance to the ancient Jewish harvest festival of Sukkot. Finally, historians have noted that Native Americans had a rich tradition of commemorating the fall harvest with feasting and merrymaking long before Europeans set foot on their shores.
Tonight, I finished my grocery shopping, put my turkey in it’s brine, smiles because all of my boys are home, and Thanked God for my many blessings. Thanksgiving is not a Holiday or a Season, it’s an attitude we should all adopt every day of our lives and then we’d see how amazing things truly could be. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, may God richly bless you and may you truly be thankful.
Webster’s dictionary defineslegacyas, “anything handed down from the past, as from an ancestor or predecessor.”Legacyis not bound by age or time served.
Just this week, Stan Lee passed away – look at what he left behind…people will mourn his passing and remember him for decades to come.
Duke – the famed Bush’s Baked Beans dog lost his battle with cancer. Everyone who has watched tv in the past decade or so knows who Duke is.
So what about you? What do you hope to leave behind as your legacy when you depart this Earth? Do you aspire to be wealthy and leave behind a fortune for charities? Do you aspire to be brilliant and find the cure for cancer or diabetes? What are you doing TODAY that will make a difference tomorrow?
Me – I hope to leave behind a legacy of compassion, love, empathy, and servanthood. I aspire to be the best version of me that I can be, and to be someone that others can depend on. I want light to shine through me as a beacon of hope for those who feel as if they’ve lost theirs. And I pray that my children and their children and their children’s children have peace and contentment in their lives so they can do the same.
I haven’t stepped inside the church I grew up in since my grandma passed many years ago. That church was HOME for a very long time. It still smells the same, looks the same, and has that feeling of comfort. I was raised in that church, I was dedicated there, confirmed there, and married there…and today, I said goodbye to the Pastor that confirmed me and married me there. I said goodbye to a man who was like a second father to me growing up. His family was always family in my heart. It wasn’t easy for me to step inside those doors and who am I?
I am a part of a lifetime ago, but I know the emptiness his wife and children and grandchildren felt stepping through those doors this morning. It’s never easy losing a loved one, the grief eventually subsides to a dull ache…but loss is a reminder of our mortality and making sure we love fiercely and tell those in our lives what they mean to us.
Today was a reminder to me of what an impact a life can have on others – that my parents and grandparents touched so many lives in that church and I’ve been so blessed, and that friends are the best companions to have in this life.
Nancy McHone, Erich McHone, Stephanie McHone East, Paul, Gretchen, and Rachel – thank you for allowing me as part of your family so many years ago. I’m so sorry for your loss, but I’m smiling knowing that Pastor is rejoicing with the angels in the presence of his Father. I love you all – so much.
When I lost your twin, I cried but life went on. When you were born so premature and sick, I cried but life went on. Every time you had trouble breathing, talking, learning, and just adapting to life, I cried but life went on. As you got older and dealt with a pretty serious concussion, I cried but life went on. Then the depression and anxiety kicked in and the mood swings had us on a roller coaster ride that was terrifying, I cried but life went on. Then you had to have a surgery that was life-threatening and I cried, but life went on. We’ve been through so many challenging times as a mother and son, from conception to now – and God has held us in His hands every single step of the way. I know He will get us through this latest challenge. Yes, a diagnosis of diabetes for you at the age of 19 has me in tears, but life goes on. We will fight this battle together as we have every other – Psalm 27:3
Move in day for college – he barely hugged me…I asked him to be in touch and he blew me off and I asked him to please not forget about home and he blew me off – I wish I knew what I ever did to him. It was clear he really didn’t want me there…and my heart is shattered.
Tomorrow is the day…the day I dreamt about and the day I dread…moving Max to college. I’ve been an emotional wreck, crying at random times, unable to go in his room and see the many totes he’s packed up.
I don’t know if he’s excited or nervous – he doesn’t share these things with me. This son of mine used to share EVERYTHING with me! He wanted to hang out, sit on my lap, go places with me…but for 2 years now, he’s been a ghost.
I know he doesn’t much care if I go tomorrow, in fact, he’d probably rather I didn’t- but I’ve been there every step of the way for every other milestone and I refuse to miss this one!
I’m sad to see him go, but more importantly, I’m so super proud of him and I’m so excited to see where his next chapter leads him.