Guest guest Posted November 21, 2001 Report Share Posted November 21, 2001 http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Lake/3894/thanks/index.html http://pilgrims.net/plymouth/thanksgiving.htm http://www.holidays.net/thanksgiving/story.htm http://www.holidays.net/thanksgiving/pilgrims.htm Can I add a foot note? It was my many times Great Uncle Elias Boudinot (rep. NJ) who introduced the idea of a day of thanksgiving to President Washington in 1789 We've always celebrated in our family......from day one http://www.si.edu/resource/faq/nmah/thanks.htm Michele (who's mother's maiden name was Boudinot) -- Janet Golden <janetkgolden Wed, 21 Nov 2001 14:27:41 -0600 Re: History of (Thanksgiving in the US) Ann- Perhaps more information that you wanted but an interesting read. Blessings be to you and yours. Janet http://members.aol.com/calebj/thanksgiving.html http://www.thanksgiving.org/2us.html which includes a timeline for the history of this holiday in the U.S. http://www.rootsweb.com/~mosmd/#part5 http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/1465/thankshist.html Lincoln's 1863 Thanksgiving Proclamation is at http://members.aol.com/calebj/proclamation.html ----- Thanksgiving Days around the world http://www.thanksgiving.org/2world.html ----- famous Thanksgiving quotations http://www.thanksgiving.org/2quotes.html ----- a Thanksgiving tale entitled " Don's Mom & the Turkey " is at http://www.rootsweb.com/~mlnews/turkey.htm and also at http://www.petuniapress.com/turkey3.htm ----- At 06:34 PM 11/21/2001 +0000, you wrote: Thanks for that Jim, it's just how I feel about my fourlegged friends too Now, I could look this up on the web, but by now feel safe enough on the group to ask! I've always know that American's celebrate 'Thanksgiving' but never really know what it was for, how it originated. Does anyone, amidst their celebrating - or afterwards of course - have time to give me the history on it please? Thanks - and please, do enjoy your Thanksgiving holiday Regards Ann- Scotland - James W. French <somatics 21 November 2001 17:12 giving thanks, story of an old goat ... Have a wonderful Thanksgiving - I will be having my friends over for Thanksgiving Dinner, and also out to dinner so there is cooking and not cooking going on... Its a new tradition with us to do both...! I'll be here posting over the long weekend. I will be working also I have 3 massages to do today in fact... I am so thankful for you and for our time on the net.. Thanks ...I Remember to take time to focus on what we all are grateful for and thankful for ..... I like to take time to write down what I'm grateful for. Love to you all... again Thanks Jim now about this story.. I have kept pets and pets that produce also.. right now I have 8 chickens for example... this story is an old one it has been told before...many times over... today in our world we are faced with real threats to our lives, our food, and our pets and produce friends.... so now.. from my friends on the foot and mouth disease list and from from GoatsUK: GIFT OF THE OLD ONE By Eunice Day, Washington ME The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of goats. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The old folks no longer showed their goats, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a little milk, and a few kids each year, and the goats were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end. Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. " Why do you not at least dispose of " The Old One " . She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had either kids or milk from her. You should cut corners and save where you can. Why do you keep her anyway? " The old man looked down as his worn boot scuffed at the barn floor and his arm stole defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her to him and rubbed her gently behind the ears. He replied softly, " We keep her because of love. Only because of love. " Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley. So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smouldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the " Old One " . In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved goats. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who had come to their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, " We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us, therefore, climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared. " And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked up and gasped in amazement at the incredible beauty before them. Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy as he pulled his wife forward. There, beneath the tree, was their Christmas gift. Bedded down about the " Old One " close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the goats through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping daintily through the snow. The kids were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The milkers pressed uneasily against the " Old One " as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of those she loved. Her body was brittle with years, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift-Because of love. Only Because of love. i always have kept the oldones to teach the new ones and to rule the roost or lead the way...it is the old dog that teaches the new pup its tricks and cat its wisdom and even the old birds their ways and sheep and goats and cattle their paths ..... and it is love that keeps us going on...it is love that tends us as though we were sheep as well.... A Thankfull Thanksgiving to you and my Thanks. jf My Pictures of Aromatic Plants and Exotic Places In Turkey http://members.home.net/chrisziggy1/triptoturkey.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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