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Carol Perkins: Thanksgiving in Hiding

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By Carol Perkins

What happened to Thanksgiving? It's missing. Even the frozen turkeys are hiding behind the hams. Stores put pumpkin pies on sale, and decorations end up in a clearance bin.

Did I miss the memo that we Americans are skipping Thanksgiving this year?

My puny display of pumpkins, fodder, and bales of straw looks dated compared to the Christmas decorations in my neighborhood.

Guy asks if I want to take them down.

"But it's not even Thanksgiving yet!" I will reply.

We Americans get over upcoming events before they happen. We're ready to move on. By the first of December, will we be shopping for hearts and teddy bears?


Ask teenagers about Thanksgiving and see what they say. Some will know enough to satisfy adults, so we don't think they must have slept through history or social studies. Others will go into unsuccessful detail about the settlers who came from Africa and settled in Chicago and ate with the Indians who taught them how to grow hemp. Some know the facts because they observed, listened, asked questions, and colored pages of Thanksgiving pictures in Sunday School.

Many view Thanksgiving as something to endure.

If you're the cook, eyes burning from stove heat, hands slick with butter, feeding dozens who arrive with deli slaw or a freezer pumpkin pie as a contribution, then wanting it over is natural.

If Black Friday's deals call like a siren's song, and Thanksgiving is a roadblock, anxiety's grip tightens. If the destination promises drama and Uncle Joe has had one too many already, a hasty retreat is the only wish. Holidays on TV, all warm with crackling fires, seem a world away.

As you get older, however, you look back and wonder where all those times went. You don't miss the drama, the many places to go in twenty-four hours to keep everyone happy, or the hours at the stove. You miss the family. You even miss the sound of Grandpa's teeth clacking as he chews on the leg of a turkey.

Most of all, you miss those who were at your table not so long ago. Enjoy what you have as much as you can.


Share your thoughts with Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com, or with CM readers using our Comment Form.


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