Thanksgiving Holiday Memories: A Memoir

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17th September 2017
Thanksgiving Holiday Memories
It was a Thanksgiving holiday of its kind. By mid-November, the décor was set and every little detail furnished as preparations got a notch higher. Although the Christmas cantata hangovers were rife, there was no doubt that a memorable feast was in the offing. But still, the holiday doldrums were real, even as I struggled to let the Halloween memories fade. However, this was not happening as fast as I wished it should. As Thanksgiving songs rent the air, and preparations gathered momentum, the reality dawned on me that an assignment that I detested the most: drawing and painting, awaited me. Friday morning was finally here. As days became hours, and hours, minutes, a ceremonial atmosphere began to fill the air gradually. Birds seemed to have been the happier lot as they chimed and chapped. It is as though they were in a festive mood as it was apparent from their relentless chapping. It was finally morning. I hastily woke up and grabbed my thanksgiving songbook. Though I could hardly sing five songs, there was just one song, “Over the river and through the woods “that I could hardly forget. This had become my thanksgiving trademark song. However, before getting immersed in the festive mood, I remembered the assignment that I fretted the most: painting the Thanksgiving decorations. I had been instructed by my mom to decorate our front doors and windows with black cats and pumpkins. Though I loved to read Thanksgiving stories, I wasn’t just ready to undertake a painting project. But this wasn’t worrying me as much since I was already getting engulfed in the thanksgiving nostalgia.
The nostalgia was inevitable. The mood was palpable! Together with my brothers, we began to chime holiday songs and occasionally talk about, the Indians and their iconic corn plant. However, luckily, James, my younger brother loved painting. He soon took over my defunct painting project. Sooner than later, our front doors and windows were painted with black cats, wild turkeys, and pumpkins. He also painted pockets of Indian pilgrims traversing through an expansive corn plantation.
Meanwhile, I sat patiently and quite. I was pondering over what the feast meant. My curiosity was not letting me have peace. F...