As time went on I lived here in Canada and then at a certain point I moved back to New York. Literally it was just before Thanksgiving. And yeah I got married there, my ex was American Colombian and I have never seen such an array of people that celebrate. The condo that I bought had so many people from all over there was what would be my Uncles/Tio's and Aunts/Tia's and I will never forget the festive way that came with celebrating Thanksgiving and all that goes with it. I started to come to understand the language much later but most all only spoke Spanish. Yet within the American way - there were people invited that were Polish, Spanish and well it was something that was certainly within what is Thanksgiving.
To celebrate Thanksgiving with such a flavor of people was something all to new to me. But I really enjoyed it. And really came to be immersed within it all. From all the traditional food that go along with Thanksgiving as we know it combined with the spanish element was just too good. I remember calling four of my friends from Canada and I told them, "If only you could see this". As I was not used to all the dancing and spanish food combined with the laughter that goes in a spanish manner. Needless to say within the city you were invited into everyone's home just to make a visit and it was truly something that was to those that have been within the city of New York as it's the largest small town. Meaning people were just well I was within my element I guess.
There was this on rather older Polish lady whom lived on the floor below and her name was Joan. Joan was around 70 years of age but she was one that would call and in here Brooklyn accent, "Jack would you come down here?" Queens was Queens. Actually all of New York City was interconnected in a way. Not all but the most all that I came to know. And the festivities that took place each year for Thanksgiving were something that I find to be America at it's best.
Supper would start and the dancing would go far into the night and then the day after was taking the subway downtown and going to all the festivities. It was something but here too it was Thanksgiving but then some. Seeing the Statue of Liberty the followed day and going to all the places downtown St. Pat's and at the same time seeing the Christmas Tree up right next to the Rockefeller Center. It was just Thanksgiving and something that moves so right into the season of Christmas.
The history of what we know of as Thanksgiving comes from the pilgrims and they celebrated after the harvest season. The history is there and it's good I think that we all have maintained these traditions. And rightfully so as it's the fabric of traditions that we have not forgotten while so many things have been changed. But traditions of any nature and with Thanksgiving that does make up the original history. I think it's something that we certainly are thankful with. And I truly do think as time goes on we don't forget these areas and perhaps we are becoming more understanding of these traditions while at the same time understanding the value of those that celebrate other traditions as well.
I guess that is what Thanks and Give mean.
Thanks and Give mean we love each other. We need to all slow down and think about peace and joy that we can give to each other and the world.
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ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving brother Jack!
"Thanks and Give mean we love each other."
ReplyDeleteThat's what it's about for me. What fun those New York Thanksgivings sound.
"Thanks" and "give" ... its gratitude being expressed, and when we give, its a gift. Love and a peaceful attitude towards other ... being given freely. You have a very beautiful pic up there.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jack for letting us know a bit of you ... a happy good moRning to you :))
oh .I loved reading this story ..so full of Life .I can imagine ..how hospitable the Spanish friends were:)I have friends in the Spanish mainland ,and in Tenerife Island..wonderful..and lots of Music!
ReplyDeleteThe psyche of the American people appears to be so different from my/our own.
ReplyDeleteAmericans never seem settled and feel that travel is necessary.
Entertaining is almost mandatory.
One minute the house is full and the next everyone has left for a Restaurant.
If you are foreign one is introduced and displayed a 'Cocktail' catch.
Invited to meet the family the Den is introduced.
Here the Male puts distance between himself and family.
Guns, Mad Money and Sport comes into play.
Funny lot over there. lol
Thanksgiving flies with a string of questions and mainly one.
The Mayflower has long been scuttled?
Have a nice one anyway.
A story for you.
ReplyDeleteDamp and cold the clinging mist seemed in search of living tissue, seeking something to numb with its encompassing grasp.
A prelude perhaps to a sinister objective that was sensed rather than seen in the early dawn.
Master Christopher Jones felt uneasy as he rose from his short prayer said alone on that damp and early morning.
The graveyard was not uncommonly foreboding to him as he had seen many of these sombre places over the years, but most of those graves had no bodies in them. Burying Benjamin Johnson was unusual in two ways. There was his fall into the empty hold of the vessel and the fact he died on land.
Master Jones' cemetery visits were usually made after burial at sea and not tied up at a dockside on the outskirts of London.
They had docked at Rotherhithe to refit some six weeks earlier. His first overdue refit since becoming master of this three masted vessel nine years earlier.
Thought of as the mariner's curse, he was dreading the refit before the accident occurred. He had a premonition that something like this would happen on this impending voyage.
It just wasn't natural for a sailor man to ship out with a reverend gentleman or a woman on board, and to carry a 'cargo' of both was tempting fate in the extreme.
Built in 1588 AD, at Leigh on Sea in Essex, the year of the defeat of the Spanish Armada, the Mayflower had held together pretty well he thought. Far better than his second vessel the Speedwell, which in his opinion was more likely to sink before passing Ireland let alone reaching the coast of Newfoundland.
Tomorrow would be the first day of August and his sailing day and he was already feeling he would not forget this year that was 1620 AD in a hurry. It had been a long year of arguments between greedy landowners in London and the pilgrim cargo of this vessel who wanted to buy a piece of the New World.
The morning mist was still heavy when the tide started to ebb -when a ghost of a southerly prompted him to give the order to loosen the topsails and pull in the larboard sheets.
'Let go springs, let go aft,' he shouted to his mate and the 180 ton vessel eased its bow towards the centre of the river Thames to catch the merest zephyr as it moved into the centre current.
The Mayflower was due at Southampton in five days time to embark some one hundred Pilgrims. However it looked more like a ghost as it swung to larboard and disappeared silently into the creeping mist that gripped the south bank and his memories.
Hope Sufferance Wharf - The real departure point for the Mayflower with the now demolished St Mary's C of E School's playground in the foreground.
Master Christopher Jones didn't know when he prayed over Benjamin Johnson's grave that morning his own grave would soon to be in that same churchyard in St Marychurch, Rotherhithe Street. Built in 1250 AD the church had many secrets of its own to tell but none quite like this, for it too was to join the Mayflower in the pages of history.
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I was sitting in the afternoon sun resting and thinking about my fate while waiting for the choir master to arrive.
Having now moved to Rotherhithe I had joined the Church of England's 'free' school at the church of Saint Mary and waited half-an-hour to be auditioned for the choir.
Idly sitting on an old gravestone while watching another where a butterfly had settled, my attention was brought to the weather worn details carved in the stone. It read, 'Master Christopher Jones died of fever in the year of our lord 1622.'
I very much enjoy Thanksgiving, no matter how I happen to celebrate it.
ReplyDeletewow, your memories of past Thanksgivings in New York sure sound like a fabulous time!!! I too, like the mixture of culture in events and each one has some superb food and fun ways to celebrate! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family Jack.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving America! It's Thursday here. ..
ReplyDeleteMemories are good...so many of them growing up. I never forget the night before my Mom sauteing the onion and celery for the dressing and all the scents of the big Day..it will be a small gathering here this year but nice.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving whenever or however you celebrate it's interesting to read the different traditions and memories
Karyn isn't this so true.
ReplyDeleteAli, thanks but within where I live in Canada we celebrate it it in October. Do you have anything like this?
ReplyDeleteThanks and give mean so much Jo, several things and I wrotes in for some time last night on it but it really was
ReplyDeletewithin my own regards to both of the Thanksgivings that I have known....yet it as Karyn and you have said means
family and otherwise as do other festive seasons of the year.
Literally I wish I had the pictures to scan but I don't the best I can do is with words Jo.
ReplyDeleteCheryl everyone has there own very special stories as do you and with that said a very happy one to you. As you have mentioned....food for not for thought but those times that we don't forget.
ReplyDeleteYeah it truly was and that was then and this is now but stll I thought that I would post it as it was a great time to say the least Suzy. Now as I do live here in Canada it's observed in October but there is a very touching meaning to what we call Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteFrank although you don't celebrate it much there where you are still I wish you there very best on what comes about today for ya.
ReplyDeleteMean it there.
What a warm and wonderful sharing of your Thanksgivings past. You do this so well, Jack.
ReplyDeleteBig cities often have the reputation of being cold and unfriendly, it couldn't be further from the truth. They're quite friendly and rich in various cultures and customs. I'm speaking of Philly, of course, but I'm sure NYC is the same just a little bigger.
I don't live there now, but I'm not far away and I go in to Center City often.
See, you can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl. ;~D
Bill this was your own thoughts and you are an admiral person. And a great one to you are as well.
ReplyDeleteHow was your thanksgiving Jack ... good morning! :))
ReplyDeletewonderful memories and true meanings of the people who make up the city--for me it is boston---too many languages to understand even one but always the food and the music and the smiles and the grandmothers and the babies and the streets alive with cultures and dance..................
ReplyDeleteAhh yeah...
ReplyDeleteIt's been a nice day here..cold and rainy outside but a nice family gathering and meal..nothing really fancy , relaxing. Hope you have a good evening. Tomorrow I get to babysit the oldest twin grand daughters they are 5. Should be fun..
ReplyDeleteShould be fun! I read your blog and it's very nice there Cheryl. A happy one there to ya!
ReplyDeleteGreat blog my friend, I visited New York once, i loved it , sounds like you had a great time there, yes the tradtion of thanksgiving with the pilgirms mean more to me as i get older, I have a more thankfful heart it seems more each year, I find being with family and friends most enjoyable, i hope that you had a great day ,, love your blogs,
ReplyDeleteYeah up here it's not celebrated but this is tremendous just reading all the writes Sylvia it's a very small world.
ReplyDeleteBill there are a variety of people in every country....A great morning to you there in England.
ReplyDeleteSame here DJ...
ReplyDeleteYou can say that again, and most are worse these days.
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