Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Bless the day. President Roosevelt gives it to us. We hear some talk of the Puritans, but don’t just remember who they were. Bet we can lick ’em, anyhow, if they try to land again. Plymouth Rocks? Well, that sounds more familiar. Lots of us have had to come down to hens since the Turkey Trust got its work in. But somebody in Washington is leaking out advance information to ’em about these Thanksgiving proclamations.
The big city east of the cranberry bogs has made Thanksgiving Day an institution. The last Thursday in November is the only day in the year on which it recognizes the part of America lying across the ferries. It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration, exclusively American.
And now for the story which is to prove to you that we have traditions on this side of the ocean that are becoming older at a much rapider rate than those of England are–thanks to our git-up and enterprise.
Stuffy Pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter Union Square from the east, at the walk opposite the fountain. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o’clock. For every time he had done so things had happened to him–Charles Dickensy things that swelled his waistcoat above his heart, and equally on the other side.
But to-day Stuffy Pete’s appearance at the annual trysting place seemed to have been rather the result of habit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthropists seem to think, afflicts the poor at such extended intervals.
And then suddenly,
For the Old Gentleman was coming across Fourth avenue toward his bench.
Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years the Old Gentleman had come there and found Stuffy Pete on his bench. That was a thing that the Old Gentleman was trying to make a tradition of. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had found Stuffy there, and had led him to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner. They do those things in England unconsciously. But this is a young country, and nine years is not so bad. The Old Gentleman was a staunch American patriot, and considered himself a pioneer in American tradition. In order to become picturesque we must keep on doing one thing for a long time without ever letting it get away from us. Something like collecting the weekly dimes in industrial insurance. Or cleaning the streets.
The Old Gentleman moved, straight and stately, toward the Institution that he was rearing. Truly, the annual feeding of Stuffy Pete was nothing national in its character, such as the Magna Charta or jam for breakfast was in England. But it was a step. It was almost feudal. It showed, at least, that a Custom was not impossible to New Y–ahem!–America.
The Old Gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. He was dressed all in black, and wore the old-fashioned kind of glasses that won’t stay on your nose. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year, and he seemed to make more use of his big, knobby cane with the crooked handle.
Our day was quiet except for us going wild over the Packers win over the Lions and a good dinner on leftovers from yesterday’s dining out. We have no intention of going anywhere near a shopping center tomorrow or Saturday. Grocery stores and restaurants should not be overcrowded tomorrow and safe to attend. 🙂 Sleep well tonight in preparation for tomorrow’s… Read more »
Well, I had a fabulous 1-hour-and-15-minutes Thanksgiving luncheon next door. In addition to 80-y.o. and his new wife and their live-in caretaker, we had his son and grand-daughter who drove down from Dallas, and two of us neighbor ladies. Everybody brought and/or cooked part of the fabulous meal. There was a lot of exotic wild-killed meat: deer and wild hog… Read more »
GJT, prayers for your stepdad and family. I hope they can figure something out soon.
My #33 is in the spit bucket, 3 links.
Oh and Texpat, sister-in-law asked me how I managed to cook the turkey so moist and that is was the best she’s had. 😉
We had a fine Thanksgiving dinner with my sister, my wife’s brother and his wife. I did most of the cooking except my wife made dressing, banana bread and pumpkin dump cake. Sister in law brought her version of dressing and an old fashioned pair salad and my Sister cooked a pecan pie. My brined turkey turned out really good.… Read more »
#21
Texanadian, that is a gruesome exposure of one family’s exposure to the gruesome clot-shot. Thank you for posting it here.
Since my Mom and Dad passed these Holiday Road Trips have been a huge blessing to BSue and me.
Sounds like a good day. There’s good quality time inside a car on road trips.
BSue and I took a friend of ours that is 80 years old to Anahuac NWR. Weather stunk. Overcast and rainy. Saw plenty of hawks on the main road into the reserve but nary a one inside. Bird census was way down. I did not take one picture. All was not lost though. We had great conversation which made it… Read more »
Well that is one less turkey to worry about.
Maybe this is what BETA was talking about. “We all knew the infant mortality rate would go up, because many of these terminations were for pregnancies that don’t turn into healthy normal kids,” said Dr. Erika Werner, the chair of obstetrics and gynecology at Tufts Medical Center. “It’s exactly what we all were concerned about.” The issue of forcing women… Read more »
I decided to cut my visit short when BETA insisted that Greg Abbott was refusing to let women who were carrying dead babies terminate the pregnancies. She claimed that women were almost dying because doctors were afraid to end the pregnancies where the infant had died in utero. I tried not to look at her like she was insane, but… Read more »
I forgot the Brussels sprouts! I knew I’d forget something. I did manage to make some low carb biscuits to go with the ham. Hubby got some mac’n’cheese and corn. We both got some of my garden green beans with a mushroom sauce (from a FD jar). I spent 3-4 hours today visiting with my Beloved East Texas Aunt and… Read more »
#21 texanadian A terrific find! The information is priceless. God bless the investigator and author mother for her persistent quest for the facts. And God bless her family for enduring the trials of questioning that which needs to be available to the public, physicians of all medical specialties, and medical schools with honest faculties that will also seek and proclaim… Read more »
I also made some deviled eggs with some Devil’s Spit pickles.
They didn’t last long.
Kitchen is mostly clean and food put away.
I baked a turkey, vacuumed the house, prepped the Brussels sprouts, prepped and cooked the Killer Skillet Sweet Taters, made the gravy, and we ate.
Eyelids getting a bit heavy.
This is a scary must read.
https://amothersanthem.substack.com/p/the-shot-heard-around-the-world
h/t Citizen Free Press
We must. It’s a cultural imperative.
Have a happy Thanksgiving y’all. Don’t eat yourselves stupid.
GJT, hope everything works out for your stepdad.
here’s one for ya uncklo.
Today is our 35th wedding anniversary.
I should be at the coast. 🙂
Yeah the docs on duty Thanksgiving weekend are going to be top notch I’m sure. No diagnosis yet, still running tests.
Thanks for the well wishes.
#7 GJT
This is certainly not the best way to celebrate Thanksgiving. Hope there is good news to be had for you and yours sometime today. The turkey can wait.
I wonder if the feds were listening to this song when they concocted their story.
I can hear you through the wires
Ditto texpat@11:20am
GJT
Hang in there, my friend.
All the best to you and your family this Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving! I can buy everything about the toll booth crash except the part about going to see Kiss. Nobody does that.
Happy Thanksgiving 🦃 everyone.
Heh. Those wacky FIBber feds.
you drive us wild
We’ll drive you crazy…
Morning, y’all! The cats insisted I get up, so I finally did, and fed everyone including Billy. I am having a small coffee and then I think I’ll go back to bed for a couple of hours. I hope the alarm will roust me out in time to get next door for the event.
My mom’s side of the family started several years ago having a quasi family reunion on Thanksgiving which I sort of always boycotted, stupid day to have a reunion, Thanksgiving is more immediate family I think. Anyway, we lost three people including my mom last year so I asked my wife if we could attend this year and host our… Read more »
Sister and I had to put our stepdad in the hospital yesterday/last night. He was throwing up blood and also blood in his stool. Won’t ruin anyone’s Turkey Day appetite but it was awful. He got in a room about eleven last night, don’t know anything yet, still running tests.
from yesterday from you-know-who:
If you hear about a large asplosion out in the middle of the woods and see some crotchety old coot fly by trailing smoke, you’ll know why.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!
I called and Green Cousin is still in the hospital. I thought she had returned to the rehab/nursing home by now. I’m on my way to visit her and the family.
What a way to celebrate the day.
Check in later.
Obviously, no one around here knows what saleratus biscuits are so I’m keeping the prize until next contest. I’ve been fixated on westerns for the last two weeks, ever since something possessed me to watch the heart-wrenching Yellowstone prequel. That’s how I found myself hunched over the kitchen table with a crazed look in my eye, frantically looking up recipes… Read more »
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Happy Thanksgiving!
My comment @ 7:34 AM
I have now watched the video of this bizarre incident. I’ve never heard of a Bentley having sudden acceleration malfunctions. This vehicle became airborne. It’s incredible to watch.
I still say this is a suspicious and very weird occurrence.
So now the feds are telling everyone a 56 year old wealthy American man and his wife were driving a $300,000 Bentley to a Kiss concert in Ottawa and upon returning they accidentally drove at high speed into a barrier and the car exploded so violently the vehicle was reduced to small pieces of metal debris and a very large… Read more »
The prize today is for anyone who knows what a saleratus biscuit is.
We’re having my sister, wife’s brother and his wife for Thanksgiving today so it’ll just be us old folks. Daughter and her hubby are having Thanksgiving at their deer lease in Fredericksburg with several other couples and kids. SIL Smoked 5 turkeys to take and everyone else will contribute something. Luckily it’s cooler this year so the bonfire will be… Read more »
Happy Thanksgiving All! And warts and all, I thank God that I was born in the greatest country that has ever existed in all of humankind. We are truly blessed, we may have our problems by I’m going to be optimistic and hope our kids, all of them will keep our country free long after I’m dead and gone. BTW;… Read more »