Who would have ever thought that when the President of the United States decided to pardon a Big Bird from becoming a dinner on a platter, that we’d get the greatest holiday of all? And isn’t it amazing that that Big Bird would grow up and go on to become the star of Sesame Street on (PBS), the Public Broadcasting Service.
Thanksgiving indeed, especially for Big Bird!
It takes me back to when I was a boy. Let’s face it, coming from a family of twelve, and being told that the President of the United States was going to let a Big Bird go free at Thanksgiving time, would probably give any family that size cause for concern.
So thank god I didn’t come from a family of twelve!
Anyway, where else but in school can someone learn the true story behind the holidays? Certainly not on the E network, like “The E True Hollywood Story of Thanksgiving.” I think you’ll agree, learning about the holidays in school—and here—is likely to be a lot more fun.
I remember the first time I learned about Thanksgiving. There we were, me and my kindergarten classmates, being given a big sheet of paper to draw on. Our teacher was going to show us all, how our hands were really turkeys in disguise?
All we had to do was trace around our fingers—those were the feathers—and then around our thumb which would later become the head.
And viola…instant turkey!
I’ll never forget when we were given the paints for painting the turkey. Oh boy, no crayons! Not only did we paint the turkey, we proceeded to paint all our desk and tables too. Then we got down to sprinkling glitter on practically everything, but mostly the carpets.
That’s because glitter always makes every classroom look so magical. Ah…and I can still smell the glue.
Anyway, after that little malay we were told to eat our graham crackers and drink our warm milk—which had been sitting on the radiator for hours. Then our teacher instructed us to lay down for our nap.
I suspect she felt this would prevent her from pulling her hair out. After all, she did have a class of 20 five year old’s. So we had to whisper, and that’s when we all learned about the true story of Thanksgiving.
My friend, Billy, told us Thanksgiving really took off as a holiday when a family, known as the Pilgrim’s, moved over here from England by way of a Mayflower Moving Van—he said that they even got to buy a new Plymouth to drive. And they paid for it with beads! I wonder if that still works today?
He then went on to tell us how his grandfather used to have a Plymouth, and therefore must have been a member of the Pilgrim family too. His grandfather had mentioned once, something about how his Plymouth was a brand from the Dodge, Chrysler, Plymouth dealers from way back when.
Now, we were all a little skeptical that Billy’s grandfather could have ever been an original member of the Pilgrim family, since Billy’s last name wasn’t even Pilgrim. His true last name was Jones. Plus, we’d all seen Billy’s grandfather many times before, and not once had he ever worn all black clothes, even his hat and shoes were devoid of buckles.
But, when my friend, Sally, told us how she’d heard somewhere that the Pilgrim family was actually greeted by a tribe of Indian Givers when they arrived here in America, and that these Indian Givers were known to give turkeys out to every person who would buy a car from them, we figured Billy had to be telling us the truth.
Hey, everyone knows that only car dealers do stuff like that!
So, if any of what I have just told you about the origins of, Thanksgiving in America, is not true…may WordPress not let me write another word on this particular post!
I’m Canadian so we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October. But Happy Thanksgiving to you just the same 😀
You know, you’re quite right on that count, ghostpupp3t. I wonder if the Pilgrim family bought their Plymouth in time to drive up into, Canada? 😀
haha! You’re insane, but in a good way. I’m thankful for you on this almost Thanksgiving day. I will celebrate you in the same way the Indians celebrated being kicked out of their land, I’ma eat some whipped cream with a tiny piece of pumpkin pie hidden under it.
Thank you, Jodi Happy Thanksgiving to you! Watch that Cool Whip though. 😀
Where else indeed!
Thank you, Howard. Always good to go with the authorities on these things. You can never go wrong with five year old’s, they’re authorities on everything! 😀
Love it, Paul, especially those handprint turkey paintings. ☺
Thank you, Van. I always looked at it…as finger painting. Happy Thanksgiving, Van! :O)
I haven’t traced a turkey with my hand in…awhile. I forgot I even took part in such activities as a youngster. I wish I still had my Gobbler hands to frame as they probably were the closest I ever became to becoming an artist. I do recall after one Thanksgiving we youngsters were charged with making a gift for our family so I asked for and was given a glass jar, pasta macaronis, some glue and a bunch of gold paint. A jack-of-all-trades pencil, pen and whatever else holder was created and presented to mom. That was fifty years ago. My mother still had it on her desk when she passed away a year ago. The point is your post reminded me of arts and crafts as a kid…and how parents sometimes treasure those gifts the most.
I’ve kept those little pieces of art from my own kids too, Bruce. It’s a piece of them that they often give to us in their purist moment of love for us. Probably why we parents cherish each item and keep them close, because they’re priceless. Happy Thanksgiving, Bruce. :O)
You too Paul. All the best to you and yours and all fellow followers in “The Attic.”
;o) Thank you, Bruce.
Happy Sesame Bird Day! May your Plymouth rock you and and May flower you with joy!
And to you, Jan. Happy Thanksgiving. I never dreamed I’d be having Big Bird for Thanksgiving dinner. America, what a country! 😀
I read the title of this post, saw your name and started laughing. That must be some sort of Thanksgiving record. Oh yeah, I also rolled my eyes, but you probably knew that already..:) Happy Thanksgiving, Paul.😊
LOL Obviously some kind of affliction, George, especially that rolling of the eyes part. But my prescription? Take two turkey legs and don’t take the turkey who wrote that dishonest title too seriously. 😀 Have a Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, George. And please give an extra slice to Matthew for me. Much love. ;O)
Thank you, Paul.
Oh Paul – only you could take Thanksgiving in this many crazy directions! LOVE IT! Did you fail nap time in Kindergaten like me? Too busy chit-chatting with everyone instead of “sleeping!” SHEESH! Really!!!??? Happy Thanksgiving buddy!
😀 Thank you, Jodi. Yep, failed nap time miserably. Oh well. But, I think I passed everything else. And a Happy Big Bird Day to you too!
Finally, the real story has been revealed! I always suspected that there was more to Thanksgiving thanthey ever told us. I tip my pilgrim hat at you for having the courage to set the record straight.
It wasn’t easy as you know. But, we bird brains have an obligation to tell the true Canadian story of American history, as relayed to us by our native South American friends from Japan. How else could Spain write about it in our French textbooks? 😀
How happy I am with this post…as a Dutch immigrant I have so much to learn: now I know the true origin of Thanksgiving and my family back home, who I informed right away listened with open mouth, totally fascinated by those Awesome Americans. And I never knew Big Bird was a turkey either!! Please, keep on writing about all these insights on American Culture so I can behave like a Proper American. I cannot wait to show of my knowledge at the TG dinner with our American friends tomorrow!!! Hugs from Ohio, and Happy Thanksgiving, Johanna
Thank you, Johanna. And Happy Big Bird Day to you! 😀
This is first time I’ve read an account of Thanksgiving from a turkey’s point of view.
All I can say is…Gobble, Gobble? 😀 Happy Thanksgiving to all you guys! ;o)
And to you and yours as well.
:O) Thank you, Scott.
Lol Happy thanksgiving ya eejit 🙂
Hey thanks, Juls. :o)
Happy Thanksgiving. And remember – you can never have too much glitter!
I’m gonna make it snow glitter. I would say money, but as always—it’s in short supply. Happy Thanksgiving CAZ! 😀
Thanks for your innovative take on the Thanksgiving tale. You must be quite old to be a classmate of one of the original pilgrims……
Well, of course you had to be there. How else could we tell you how it really was. Fortunately we were. In fact, we must be ever so much more than five? And I wonder if we could qualify for our Social Security now?
It’s good to found out more about the history of Thanksgiving. I’ve read alternative explanations elsewhere (e.g. Wikipedia), but everything you’ve said has the authentic ring of truth.
I have to add by the way, that your teacher was right. The colored-in outline of a hand does look exactly like its mother was a turkey. (Its father was a flashy-dressing porcupine).
Incidentally, we appear to be from surprisingly similar family backgrounds given the amazing coincidence that I also did not come from a family of twelve. What are the chances of that?
This is truly amazing. When you consider the rarity of not coming from a family of 12. I mean, what are the odds of that happening, right? You must be my long lost brother!
Incredible! I read there’s a man in India with 39 wives and 94 children. I don’t have that many. If you don’t either, there is something truly uncanny going on here.
Very unusual indeed. :o.
Love the post, love the comments here – equally insane and enjoyable. Thx guys! No Thanksgiving celebration here in NL but we r heading towards ‘Sinterklaas’, two family birthdays (mine and my daughter’s = birth week in our book) plus of course, the crowning glory of (whoop whoop) Christmas! Happy days!
Sounds like you girls are going to be up to you ears in celebrations this coming month.And when it comes to my followers (poor misguided souls), I’m so fortunate to have a great group. They happen to have a gifted sense of humor that exceeds my own—which isn’t hard.But they do make me look good, don’t they? 😀
Haha, yes! My poor husband has four weeks of celebrations, gifts and demanding females to please. No wonder by January he is a total wreck haha!! But we do smile a lot… It’s not all bad 🙂
No its not. Anytime everyone can smile that’s great. However, just make sure not to let dad have the last laugh. 😀
I might want to watch this E! True Hollywood Story of Thanksgiving. I’m ready for the real lowdown (/downlow) of the pilgrims. All that black and those buckles, I suspect there may be more there than we suspect…
Oh you know it. And I have it on good authority (TMZ) that the government has been sitting on hidden documents— not to be released until the next boatload of Pilgrims arrive—that there is more truth in “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” than we’d care to think about! 😀
I always thought the tradition of the president pardonning a turkey was a little silly and just…off. But whatever floats your boat!
Regard all presidents—and presidential hopefuls for that matter—suspiciously. VOTE FOR PAUL! Paid for by the vote for Paul 2016 world domination committee. 😀
lol, kids teaching kids is dangerous.
You know it. Out of the mouth of babes. 😀
Hahaha! I hope you and your family had a nice Thanksgiving Paul. Thank you for clearing up the misguided Thanksgiving tales of old and for the warm remembrance of turkey hand prints.
I just felt it was time America had the facts. That, and I needed a post. Thank you, Stephanae, we had a fantastic Thanksgiving. In fact I am just coming to grips with the idea that it’s over because we had such a good time. I truly hope yours was great too. :o)
Thank you sir, you did America proud.
So glad to hear that you had such a great time. Mine was nice, spent it with my three sons and little grandson.
Wonderful! That’s as it should be and I’m very happy to hear that, Stephanae. :O)
I have some terrible news for you… the pardon of Big Bird was just a lie. Evidence below…
Oops that didn’t work- oh well here’s the link!
Just as I feared. They forgot the Stove Top Stuffing Mix. Oh the humanity!