Thanksgiving is… a time to reflect on change — to remember that we grow and change from one of life’s seasons to another. It’s a time of changing seasons — when leaves turn golden in autumn’s wake, and apples are crisp in the first chill breezes of fall.
Every year since 1961, on the Wednesday (that’s tomorrow) before Thanksgiving, the Wall Street Journal publishes the same two articles. The first is entitled “The Desolate Wilderness”:
The second is entitled “And the Fair Land”:
These articles help us remember the true meaning of Thanksgiving. As we see the beauty of Autumn, let us acknowledge the many blessings which are ours.
Thanksgiving brings to mind those blessings. Most of all I’m thankful for my wife, Marie, my (5) cats, my family and friends – and you, the reader. And what a life I’ve had the opportunity to live!
Years ago, I found the following quote, from former Connecticut Governor Wilbur Cross, and issued as a Thanksgiving Proclamation in 1936.
Time out of mind, at this turn of the seasons when the hard oak leaves rustle in the wind and the frost gives a tang to the air and the dusk falls early and the friendly evenings lengthen under the heel of Orion, it has seemed good to our people to join together in praising the Creator and Preserver, who has brought us by a way that we did not know to the end of another year.
Happy Thanksgiving.
And, Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!
Z
