Thanksgiving, the Purest of Holidays

Thanksgiving is the purest holiday.  It is the distillation of all that is good and lasting in families and with friends.  The Thanksgivings of my childhood were often at our relatively unheated summer house in Massachusetts.   We meet four or five other die-hard families for a last weekend before closing the houses for the winter.  Winds blow off the water at 40 knots, Canadian geese landing in our pond at dusk.  On those holidays I think the fires shone brighter in contrast to the dark panes with the icy ocean beyond.  It was all about the people and making a wonderful meal for those people.  We felt like we understood the pilgrims. Continue reading Thanksgiving, the Purest of Holidays