It’s Thanksgiving time again. What a great holiday. Why is it, then, this day has almost been forgotten by the advertising world?
Apparently, the holiday season starts the first of October by printing ads for Halloween. Then towards the end of the month, Christmas commercials are being shown. Notice anything missing?
That’s right. The third Thursday in November, the day we’re supposed to give thanks for all the good things in our life, the day that immediately hits your taste buds with promises that once a year you can stuff yourself with as much as your stomach can hold.
We all love food and, in recognition of Thanksgiving, I have put together some food groups I believe are appropriate. Fruit and fudge. Turkey and tiramisu. Pork and pineapple upside down cake. Chicken and cheesecake.
As far as all the things I’m grateful for, there are too many to list in one column but I’ll make an attempt to name some:
• My family. This should, of course, be first on every one’s list. Mine is exceptional. My son, Tommy, and his fiancé, Monique, do anything I ask of them, from taking me to the grocery store to moving furniture to get ready for the holidays. When I was recuperating from my surgeries, they would come over every evening, fix dinner and spend the night so I wouldn’t be alone.
• My grandchildren. Jay is the oldest. He spent the night once, too, after a surgery on my neck. Sarah is the youngest and prettiest. She went to the grocery store for me several times after one of my back surgeries. These two are the most loving and sensitive young people I know. They never leave without telling me they love me. Hugging in public is not a problem. Both are in college and they have a very proud granny because of this.
• Friends and neighbors I know I can count on for anything. In this day and age, that’s quite unusual. The young couple next door, Jon and Christie, always come on the spur of the moment if I need them. Jon has even cooked for me several times. He’s not a bad cook, either. My neighbor and dear friend, Charlotte, is one who I see every day. Once in a while she hasn’t been able to make it and those days were very empty.
The Stricklands down the street are going through some difficult health issues right now. I don’t get down there as much as I should, and that is one thing I need to change. Our kids grew up together. Laura and I had to go to school several times when Tommy and Brian acted up. They both turned out great, and I still love Brian as if he were my own.
• My dog, Sandy. She showed up at our back door in January of 2000. Grayson Brown at Martinez Animal Hospital has been her caregiver ever since. Sandy has been very upset the past few weeks, hearing her name on TV so much. I honestly think she can tell they’re talking bad about her. She especially helped me through my husband Jay’s death, giving me love and comfort sorely needed during that time.
Yes, I believe Thanksgiving is the forgotten holiday, and I think we should all do something to bring it back to life. What that is, I haven’t figured out yet. Maybe walk around the neighborhood with a turkey costume on. Or maybe not. I might wind up in a strait jacket.
Happy Thanksgiving, Columbia County! Give thanks, eat well and watch lots of football.
(Pat Fickle is a Martinez resident.)