Thanksgiving is the perfect American holiday. Family, friends, counting our blessings. Food. Green beans, sweet potatoes, and squash from the garden. And the music... Shaker hymns like "Simple Gifts," and Aaron Copland's "The Promise of Living"
The promise
of living
With hope
and thanksgiving
Is born of
our loving
Our friends
and our labor.
The promise of growing
With faith and with knowing
Is born of our sharing
Our love with our neighbor.
The promise of loving
The promise of growing
Is born of our singing
In joy and thanksgiving.
(--from his opera The Tender Land, lyrics by Horace Everett)
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| Ignore the terrible retouching I did for privacy's sake |
This year a partner-in-crime friend convinced me to help her knock off the Give Thanks advent calendar tree from Pottery Barn, and I am so glad I did. Each leaf is a pocket with a scrap of paper with someone's name on it, and the little people are excited every morning to see who gets to write something they are thankful for. 5 has been doing his own writing wtih some spelling help, and Baby Girl dictates blessings that usually have something to do with ponies (but she's mentioned her family, too). And I am looking forward to finding out what the big boys have furtively been writing, when we read them on Thanksgiving Day.
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