When it comes to our unique holiday of
Thanksgiving, I think we all can see past the turkey and trimmings
to what itís all about. Oh, there are some historians who will tell
us the Pilgrims really didnít share a meal with the Indians, and
thatís okay, because they got grant money to tell us that. And there
are other historians who tell us that the Pilgrims and the Indians
were pals and split the turkey and dressing. And thatís okay, too.
Historians have to eat just like the rest of us.
But to me, thatís immaterial. No matter who came up with the idea,
itís a good idea. At least once a year we need to pause and give
thanks in our own way for our blessings.
Of course, those of us who donít live in the big cities tend to be
thankful for different things than those who may live in stuccoed
cliff dwellings. We tend to look at the natural blessings more than
the manmade ones. We tend to be grateful for the simpler things,
like calves in the spring, and how clean they look before they
Folks in Home Country are deeply grateful that tasty rabbits arrive
in large litters, and bears donít. When we think about it, we are
thankful that we get eggs from hens and not from rattlesnakes, as
checking the rattler house each morning could get Ďway too exciting.
When you consider that porcupines have quills, and deer donít, it
gives us pause for praise, and weíre happy that itís skunks who
carry scent glands and not dairy cattle.
are thankful, too, that hurricanes and tornadoes only happen in warm
weather. Itís bad enough to lose the barn without being
chill-factored to death while itís happening.
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Down at the Mule Barn truck
stop, Dud said he was thankful turkeys were stupid. When asked why,
he said, ďEver look in a turkeyís eyes? Not only is no one home, but
someone shut off the lights somewhere back in the Middle Ages. A
turkey has just enough brains to operate his heart and lungs.Ē
And youíre thankful for that? We asked.
And Dud said ďSure. If turkeys had been given the rudimentary
intelligence of an empty clarinet case, we might be forced to eat
sheep on Thanksgiving.Ē
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