A comment coming from Rivera, made me think:
"(Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving Day) (in North America) an annual national holiday marked by religious observances and a traditional meal including turkey. The holiday commemorates a harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621, and is held in the US on the fourth Thursday in November. A similar holiday is held in Canada, usually on the second Monday in October. Hmmm. There is no mention about the Native Americans here at all. LOL I am sure they could had say, "Thank you Native Americans for helping us learn how to grown food when we were dying the time we arrived to your land" JACINTO RIVERA
Actually they ate wild game...the turkey came much later.
Anyways I like what this G+ friend of mine said about Thanksgiving. People/readers forget I do blogs to help the poor and needy get through TOUGH TIMES. (That's the name of my blog, remember?)
My Mother, bless her heart, had a rough struggle though this earth life. She was mentally handicap (mentally challenged, haptic whatever,) to about a 9-12 year old level. She did develop before her death to about 16 yr old. Mom was perfect in her religion and her mom too never said a unkind about anything. They never stole; lied, whined, cried or bemoaned anything or any body. I never appreciated these characters until I left home and found everyone else had one or two.
My step-father could not read nor write. But, could fix anything; plumbing, electric work, build house, fix cars and appliances and, move houses. When times got tough we all pitched in went in the fields of Arizona and picked cotton or, in summers, into Oregon fields, orchards and picked fruit or vegetables. All he had was what he had in his pockets, he never gripped or deserted us four kids. During these times we lived in parks and out of the trunk of our car that had all of our passion's.
Holliday was sometimes sparse. When one can't read nor write is limits level of intelligence just as it did in mom.
One year I remember some organization giving Mom her first turkey. She thought it was a big chicken but found out differently when it would never get done. That meat was bloody tough. We couldn't figure out why people like it.
We never had one again. We're now all grown and some have and some are in "Tough Times," and two are single and alone on the holidays. I don't want turkey. Chicken sounds OK. Wish my family would just bring me a holiday plate. (No one to cook for) The holidays can be mean, but I remember my parents ways, no wimping, whining. Buy, if you can something special for yourself. If you don't treat yourself nice no one else will. Happy Holliday's my friend. Tough Times may require a small hen this year. It will all be over soon.
Desert:
http://toughertimes.blogspot.com/2014/11/sherms-organic-news-cranberry-holiday.html
Add: mash potato, dressing, gravy, roll, sweet potatoes or/and veggie
TURKEY, TOUGH TIMES TRY CHCKEN!
Actually they ate wild game...the turkey came much later.
Anyways I like what this G+ friend of mine said about Thanksgiving. People/readers forget I do blogs to help the poor and needy get through TOUGH TIMES. (That's the name of my blog, remember?)
My Mother, bless her heart, had a rough struggle though this earth life. She was mentally handicap (mentally challenged, haptic whatever,) to about a 9-12 year old level. She did develop before her death to about 16 yr old. Mom was perfect in her religion and her mom too never said a unkind about anything. They never stole; lied, whined, cried or bemoaned anything or any body. I never appreciated these characters until I left home and found everyone else had one or two.
My step-father could not read nor write. But, could fix anything; plumbing, electric work, build house, fix cars and appliances and, move houses. When times got tough we all pitched in went in the fields of Arizona and picked cotton or, in summers, into Oregon fields, orchards and picked fruit or vegetables. All he had was what he had in his pockets, he never gripped or deserted us four kids. During these times we lived in parks and out of the trunk of our car that had all of our passion's.
Holliday was sometimes sparse. When one can't read nor write is limits level of intelligence just as it did in mom.
One year I remember some organization giving Mom her first turkey. She thought it was a big chicken but found out differently when it would never get done. That meat was bloody tough. We couldn't figure out why people like it.
We never had one again. We're now all grown and some have and some are in "Tough Times," and two are single and alone on the holidays. I don't want turkey. Chicken sounds OK. Wish my family would just bring me a holiday plate. (No one to cook for) The holidays can be mean, but I remember my parents ways, no wimping, whining. Buy, if you can something special for yourself. If you don't treat yourself nice no one else will. Happy Holliday's my friend. Tough Times may require a small hen this year. It will all be over soon.
Desert:
http://toughertimes.blogspot.com/2014/11/sherms-organic-news-cranberry-holiday.html
Add: mash potato, dressing, gravy, roll, sweet potatoes or/and veggie
TURKEY, TOUGH TIMES TRY CHCKEN!
"(Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving Day) (in North America) an annual national holiday marked by religious observances and a traditional meal including turkey. The holiday commemorates a harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621, and is held in the US on the fourth Thursday in November. A similar holiday is held in Canada, usually on the second Monday in October. Hmmm. There is no mention about the Native Americans here at all. LOL I am sure they could had say, "Thank you Native Americans for helping us learn how to grown food when we were dying the time we arrived to your land" JACINTO RIVERA
Actually they ate wild game...the turkey came much later.
Anyways I like what this G+ friend of mine said about Thanksgiving. People/readers forget I do blogs to help the poor and needy get through TOUGH TIMES. (That's the name of my blog, remember?)
My Mother, bless her heart, had a rough struggle though this earth life. She was mentally handicap (mentally challenged, haptic whatever,) to about a 9-12 year old level. She did develop before her death to about 16 yr old. Mom was perfect in her religion and her mom too never said a unkind about anything. They never stole; lied, whined, cried or bemoaned anything or any body. I never appreciated these characters until I left home and found everyone else had one or two.
My step-father could not read nor write. But, could fix anything; plumbing, electric work, build house, fix cars and appliances and, move houses. When times got tough we all pitched in went in the fields of Arizona and picked cotton or, in summers, into Oregon fields, orchards and picked fruit or vegetables. All he had was what he had in his pockets, he never gripped or deserted us four kids. During these times we lived in parks and out of the trunk of our car that had all of our passion's.
Holliday was sometimes sparse. When one can't read nor write is limits level of intelligence just as it did in mom.
One year I remember some organization giving Mom her first turkey. She thought it was a big chicken but found out differently when it would never get done. That meat was bloody tough. We couldn't figure out why people like it.
We never had one again. We're now all grown and some have and some are in "Tough Times," and two are single and alone on the holidays. I don't want turkey. Chicken sounds OK. Wish my family would just bring me a holiday plate. (No one to cook for) The holidays can be mean, but I remember my parents ways, no wimping, whining. Buy, if you can something special for yourself. If you don't treat yourself nice no one else will. Happy Holliday's my friend. Tough Times may require a small hen this year. It will all be over soon.
Desert:
http://toughertimes.blogspot.com/2014/11/sherms-organic-news-cranberry-holiday.html
Add: mash potato, dressing, gravy, roll, sweet potatoes or/and veggie
Actually they ate wild game...the turkey came much later.
Anyways I like what this G+ friend of mine said about Thanksgiving. People/readers forget I do blogs to help the poor and needy get through TOUGH TIMES. (That's the name of my blog, remember?)
My Mother, bless her heart, had a rough struggle though this earth life. She was mentally handicap (mentally challenged, haptic whatever,) to about a 9-12 year old level. She did develop before her death to about 16 yr old. Mom was perfect in her religion and her mom too never said a unkind about anything. They never stole; lied, whined, cried or bemoaned anything or any body. I never appreciated these characters until I left home and found everyone else had one or two.
My step-father could not read nor write. But, could fix anything; plumbing, electric work, build house, fix cars and appliances and, move houses. When times got tough we all pitched in went in the fields of Arizona and picked cotton or, in summers, into Oregon fields, orchards and picked fruit or vegetables. All he had was what he had in his pockets, he never gripped or deserted us four kids. During these times we lived in parks and out of the trunk of our car that had all of our passion's.
Holliday was sometimes sparse. When one can't read nor write is limits level of intelligence just as it did in mom.
One year I remember some organization giving Mom her first turkey. She thought it was a big chicken but found out differently when it would never get done. That meat was bloody tough. We couldn't figure out why people like it.
We never had one again. We're now all grown and some have and some are in "Tough Times," and two are single and alone on the holidays. I don't want turkey. Chicken sounds OK. Wish my family would just bring me a holiday plate. (No one to cook for) The holidays can be mean, but I remember my parents ways, no wimping, whining. Buy, if you can something special for yourself. If you don't treat yourself nice no one else will. Happy Holliday's my friend. Tough Times may require a small hen this year. It will all be over soon.
Desert:
http://toughertimes.blogspot.com/2014/11/sherms-organic-news-cranberry-holiday.html
Add: mash potato, dressing, gravy, roll, sweet potatoes or/and veggie
http://toughertimes.blogspot.com/2014/11/turkey-tough-times-try-chcken.html
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| USE THE TOUGH TIME ORGANIC IF YOU CAN HEN IF you want to help the poorer folks, look around outside your comfort zones. Eat the chicken and with the extra money buy another family a good roaster. It fed all 6 of us! Thank You! |
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