But this year I think we did a good job of living it up on our holiday.
Tula starts the party off
Hugs from Grandma Kat
Dad and me--time for a family walk
An Iroquois Prayer for Thanksgiving
We return thanks to our mother, the earth, with sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the corn, and to her sisters, the beans and squash, which give us life. We return thanks to the bushes and trees, which provide us with fruit. We return thanks to the wind, which, moving the air, has banished diseases. We return thanks to the moon and the stars, which have given us their light when the sun was gone. We return thanks to our grandfather He-no, .., who has given to us his rain. We return thanks to the sun, that he has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye. Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in whom is embodied all goodness, and who directs all things for the good of his children.
Mike and I, right before he races back to throw in the turkey
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Mom and Bobber
For each new morning with its light/ For rest and shelter of the night/ For health and food, for love and friends/ For everything Thy goodness sends
.~Ralph Waldo Emerson
O Lord that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
~William Shakespeare
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
~William Shakespeare
Tula and Grandpa Jim, home again.
Go Pack!
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.
~Erma Bombeck
Thanks, Erin for making sure I'm in some of the pictures!
Oh, yeah...11-0 for Green Bay
Darla Dog is happy for the Packers
Like father, like son
A little pre-dinner poker
Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house away!
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For 't is Thanksgiving Day.
To grandfather's house away!
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For 't is Thanksgiving Day.
--from Lydia Maria Child's "The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day"
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.--Meister Eckhart
A beautiful pictorial of this 2011 Year of Thanksgiving. Good food, great fellowship with peple I love, and my first taste of a Bloody Mary - yum! GK
ReplyDeleteMiss you in Nashville, but love to see you happy in LaCrosse! Love to you and yours! Jody
ReplyDeletethanks, GK and Jody!
ReplyDeleteThank You! Lovely album, Polly :)
ReplyDeletethanks, Starr. looks like you guys had a nice holiday as well :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic time, let's re-group for Christmas...poker, Bloody Mary's, and Bears vs. Packers!
ReplyDeletedon't forget Herb Alpert, Parks!
ReplyDeleteAnd since it's only a few weeks away, maybe I can remember some basic poker rules. We're looking forward to re-grouping :-) GK
ReplyDeletewow. awesome post. i think i've looked at this one at least half a dozen times. thanks to you, Polly, for making sure this holiday was well-documented. i can surely help you again at Xmas.
ReplyDeletethanks, Erin. I like looking back at the pictures too because it reminds me of what a nice time we all had. Yes, feel free to help at Christmas!
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