Tuesday, November 17, 2015

We Gather Together

"Enter into His gates
with thanksgiving
and into His courts
with praise!"
Psalm 100:4

"Perhaps no custom reveals 
our character as a nation
so clearly as our
celebration of
Thanksgiving Day.
Rooted deeply in
our Judeo-Christian heritage,
the practice of offering
underscores our unshakable
belief in God
as the foundation
of our nation
and our firm reliance
upon Him
from Whom all
blessings flow."

President Ronald Reagan
 Thanksgiving Day

Mother and Son Peeling Potatoes
Norman Rockwell

"Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers."
-  Edgar A. Guest

A Happy Thanksgiving
 Alfredo Rodriguez

 The First Sermon Ashore at Plymouth
 Jean Leon Gerome Ferris 

Once a tiny seed was planted
By some Pilgrim people.
They came to this land
where there was neither
church or steeple.

There was neither
field nor fence,
Nor fireplace glowing red.
There was not a single place
To rest a weary head.

But sturdy were these Pilgrims come
To plant this noble seed.
And staunchly did they linger though
So deep and sad their need.

The seed they planted 
reached the sky
A mighty springing tree!
We call this great growth
And it's mean't 
for you and me.
From "The Giant Thanksgiving Book"
 By Lenore Hetrick

Over the river and through the woods
To Grandfather's house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood --
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
Hurrah forThanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow --
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood --
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurray for the pumpkin pie!

Original Song By
Lydia Marie Child

Have A Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving!

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