Happy Thanksgiving To Everyone, Friend and Foe Alike... !!!
The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving
(Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959)
It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
A simple old Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago,
When all the family gathered round a table richly spread,
With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head,
The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile,
With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.
It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me to-day
We're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray;
Each little family grows up with fashions of its own;
It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone.
It has its special pleasures, its circle, too, of friends;
There are no get-together days; each one his journey wends,
Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way,
Letting the others do the same upon Thanksgiving Day.
I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad
To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad;
The old home was a rendezvous for all our kith and kin,
And whether living far or near they all came trooping in
With shouts of "Hello, daddy!" as they fairly stormed the place
And made a rush for mother, who would stop to wipe her face
Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all,
Hugging them proudly to her breast, the grownups and the small.
Then laughter rang throughout the home, and, Oh, the jokes they told;
From Boston, Frank brought new ones, but father sprang the old;
All afternoon we chatted, telling what we hoped to do,
The struggles we were making and the hardships we'd gone through;
We gathered round the fireside. How fast the hours would fly--
It seemed before we'd settled down 'twas time to say good-bye.
Those were the glad Thanksgivings, the old-time families knew
When relatives could still be friends and every heart was true.
(Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959)
It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
A simple old Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago,
When all the family gathered round a table richly spread,
With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head,
The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile,
With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.
It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me to-day
We're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray;
Each little family grows up with fashions of its own;
It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone.
It has its special pleasures, its circle, too, of friends;
There are no get-together days; each one his journey wends,
Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way,
Letting the others do the same upon Thanksgiving Day.
I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad
To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad;
The old home was a rendezvous for all our kith and kin,
And whether living far or near they all came trooping in
With shouts of "Hello, daddy!" as they fairly stormed the place
And made a rush for mother, who would stop to wipe her face
Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all,
Hugging them proudly to her breast, the grownups and the small.
Then laughter rang throughout the home, and, Oh, the jokes they told;
From Boston, Frank brought new ones, but father sprang the old;
All afternoon we chatted, telling what we hoped to do,
The struggles we were making and the hardships we'd gone through;
We gathered round the fireside. How fast the hours would fly--
It seemed before we'd settled down 'twas time to say good-bye.
Those were the glad Thanksgivings, the old-time families knew
When relatives could still be friends and every heart was true.
There is much to be thankful for. When we STOP LOOKING for all the negatives around us. Today seems to be a perfect day to start!
Happy Thanksgiving All!
A lesson that you should lest yourself. If you keep on ass Kissing Shaw like you do, and now at her alter , you will always be looking for negativity.
ReplyDeleteThe Negative Political policies made by Obama’s Administration were never mentioned here before but you seem to look for them Cindy with Trumps Administration.
So, is there SOMETHING you fail to understand? This post is (was) about Old Fashioned Thanksgiving AND finding the positive. It has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with Shaw or Progressive Eruptions. As well as it hasn't a thing to do with ass kissing.
DeleteBut since you went off on a tangent I offer you this. I criticized Obama on policy issue early on. But as he settled in and grew in his job I begin to realize he was not the threat to our freedoms or the danger to our economy I originally believed. He is now out of office and has no official power, although he does remain influential to some small degree. He is a decent man and a good family values man.
I'm sorry I cannot say the same about Trump. But on this post neither will I say anything derogatory or overtly negative about President Trump.
BTW, belated Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
I'm old-fashioned also, and I hate to see two faced asshole like you trying to bullshit the public.
ReplyDeleteThe ONLY person in this exchange that may be BS'ing the public is you.
DeleteBTW, any further OT comments will be deleted.
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ReplyDeleteLooks like your foes were not accepting of your happy Thanksgiving wishes, RN.
ReplyDeleteSimply stating the obvious.
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