Our first Thanksgiving spend in America was in 1977. So today will be our 40th celebration of this quintessential American Holiday.In spite of our best efforts, we can't recollect where we spent that first “Turkey Day”.
Did we just stay home, my wife and I, or were we invited to partake in the festivities? We frankly have no recollection at all, but I guess we were discovering the idiosyncrasies of our new life in the New World.
Today we know the full Pilgrim story and while we were not fleeing religious persecution by any means.
White Plains was our Plymouth Rock and the Mayflower had been a Swissair DC10 that took us to Kennedy Airport...
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment