It has arrived . . . the day before Thanksgiving. This is MY day, the day I look forward to every year. The day I plan for, makes lists of everything from recipes to grocery shopping, the day I get up and spend the entire day preparing desserts and getting some of the side dishes ready. This is the day that I either turn on some music and dance my way through making pies, to putting on sappy Christmas movies (yes, I see the contradiction, but seriously, there are very few Thanksgiving movies) to watch while I knead bread. By the time my hubby comes home, and the out of town family begins to arrive, the aroma of bread and pies will be in the air. My feet will hurt, but my heart will be happy. I hear, and understand, the observations that this is an expensive meal – and it is! – but it is also a gift from our hearts. Today and tomorrow are gifts that our home extends to those we care about – the gift of our time, of our talent and of our hospitality. All of this is rolled into one word – love. Yes, there are people we love who will not be here. They have their own traditions, or there are other reasons that they will be eating their meal at a different table, with different people. It doesn’t mean we don’t love them, or they us . . . it’s just the way it is sometimes. No matter who is here, or who isn’t, today is my day to just do what I love best . . . putter around the house getting ready for family time.
Pins and Needles Day – Many people would see this day and think that it’s all about being nervous, or anxious. It could also mean being in a state of eager anticipation. But that’s not what it was intended to be. The origin of this one goes back to the labor movement in the 1930s. The pro-labor Broadway musical Pins and Needles opened on this day in 1937 at the Labor Stage Theater in New York City. The play was written by Harold Rome and produced by the International Ladies Garment Workers Union. Union members made up the cast. It ran for 1108 performances and once held the record for longevity. Now, I personally feel that unions are way past the time when we need them. In our family they have hurt more than they have helped, so for that reason I will never work for a business that would require me to be a part of any union. Back in the 30’s however, they did serve a valid purpose, so I suppose this special day to remember that time is justified.
National Day of Listening – The Friday after Thanksgiving is the official National Day of Listening in the United States. We are encouraged to spend time talking with our families and recording their stories. It’s a great opportunity to ask questions and learn more about your own family history, and about the individual members of your family. We are in danger of losing the rich heritage of our stories to pass on to future generations. I know some of the stories about our family, but not nearly enough to fill in the colorful blanks in many missing chunks of time. Beyond listening to family lore, this is also a good day to remember that listening to other people is an art that is being lost. I am personally horribly guilty of interrupting other people when they are talking to me. Not because I’m trying to be rude, or that I’m not interested in what they have to say, but because I either get caught up with enthusiasm for what they are telling me and I want to participate, or like in my family, it’s self-defense. If you don’t jump right in you won’t get a word in edgewise. When we have large family gatherings we are all talking at the same time – rather confusing for members of the family who married in, but weren’t born a part of it. We can literally be having several conversations going on in the house, in different rooms, at the same time, and usually be able to keep up with all of it, answer and respond to each other, without missing a beat. To anyone else, it’s all noise that means nothing. Weird huh? Well, what may be acceptable to my family isn’t necessarily acceptable to other people and can be perceived as rude. So take some time, listen to others, and zip your lips til it is your turn to speak. Hold off on the flapping yap fest until you are with equally yappy people who are used to your way of doing things. My poor hubby – I really do try to NOT jump right in, but more often than not, I do. Sorry Honey.
Tie One On Day – This is so sweet! TIE ONE ON DAY™ is a day to give from the heart on Wednesday, then give thanks on Thursday. On this Eve of Thanksgiving we are to Tie One On (an apron!) with the goal of bringing joy to the life of someone in need. It’s so easy to participate! And the exercise will be uplifting too. Simply bake up an extra goody while you’re getting ready for tomorrow, wrap it up in an apron, tuck and encouraging note or prayer into the pocket of the apron and give your gift to a neighbor, friend or person in your community who could benefit from your kind gesture. Putting the GIVE back into ThanksGIVing, one kindness at a time. The connection to aprons? Well, as EllynAnne Geise said, “Women clad in aprons have traditionally prepared the Thanksgiving meal, and it is within our historical linkage to share our bounty.” Embrace this celebration and brighten the day of someone else. It’s the gift from the heart, that gives so much in the way of happiness for both giver and receiver.
Food Celebration of the Day –
National Raisin Bread Month – Cinnamon-swirl raisin bread is a delicious way to get the taste of a cinnamon roll with far less guilt! Enjoy it plain, as dessert or even in a sandwich. I love cinnamon bread . . . I always have. I love it even better with either raisins or cranberries in it, toasted of course. It smells SO amazing when it is baking too.
- Cinnamon Raisin Bread
- Grilled Cheese on Raisin Bread
- Banana Raisin Bread
- Apple Cider Spice Raisin Bread
- Cranberry Raisin Bread Pudding With Caramel Sauce
- Walnut Raisin Whole Wheat Bread
- Raisin Bread Buttermilk French Toast
Well, it’s time to get my day started, and what a busy day it will be! I have my list ready and I’m ready to get going! Have a wonderful, productive, beautiful day! God Bless You and I’ll See You Tomorrow! (or maybe later . . . never know when I may need a brief break.)