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

Thanksgiving

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

 1986

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

Freedom...

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,
Ting-a-ling-ling!
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!