I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land. –Jon Stewart
If I remember correctly (always doubtful these days), that’s Norman Rockwell peeking out at us from the bottom right of his famous painting.
Here’s one of my favorite Thanksgiving quotes:
Don’t get me wrong. I love Thanksgiving. It’s my favorite holiday because it’s focused on family and friends without the over-the-top commercialism of Christmas. And, unlike Christmas and Easter, it’s a holiday everybody can celebrate.
I’m especially thankful that they all — daughter Ann, son Todd, grand-daughters Emily and Jessie, grandson Colin, Jessie’s husband Dan, Todd’s girl friend Jill, AND Jessie and Dan’s daughters (my great-grand-grandaughters) KayLee and McKenzie — still live in the Washington/Baltimore area. And all are in good health.
I wish I had photos and space to show what’s No. 2 on my giving-thanks list — all of the many dear friends I’m blessed with. But thank you all for enriching my life.
And I’m certainly thankful that — at age 82 — I was able to experience a trip through the Pacific Northwest this past August that was, in a life full of wonderful trips, probably the best ever:
But, as I wrote last Friday, I’m most often filled with gratitude at simple, unexpected moments, like this morning when I took the photo below, sitting in my “old rockin’ chair” on the back porch, enjoying the life-affirming tranquility of my back yard: