The story of the first Thanksgiving is about as American as baseball and apple pie.
The tale of pilgrims settling in for their first long winter in a strange new land, sharing a feast with their neighboring Native Americans has been depicted countless times on TV and in books, in paintings, and in story. And, sure, there might be some historical facts warped a bit here and there (some say there wasn’t any turkey served at all) but overall, the legend of what happened has long surpassed true accuracy when it comes to importance.
That’s probably why, even today, American school kids everywhere still celebrate the coming of Thanksgiving with the same age-old traditions you and I did way back when we were in the early grades dressing-up as pilgrims (big buckled hats) and Native Americans (big head-dresses), scissoring and pasting together turkeys out of construction paper, eating instant stuffing and canned cranberries with our classmates at a mock “first Thanksgiving” in the cafeteria: legions of school kids long before us did it, we did it, and our kids continue to do it.
The memories we carry away from our little school plays and lunchtime feasts, they are something to be thankful for, really. For they are things that we tend to remember, if only in bits and bobs and flashes, many years later, decades later even.
Because Thanksgivings, they come and they go.
But those first ones are pretty dang special.
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