Tuesday, November 28, 2023


Thanksgiving: What a season of gratitude and hope teaches us

By Nanci Dixon
During the trying times of the last few years, I am reminded that this is the season of giving thanks. I will admit that in the past the meaning of Thanksgiving was usually lost under the anticipation and management of a turkey. Nope, not a favorite uncle – a real turkey. And, of course, the dressing and all the other sides. The true meaning was lost somewhere in the planning, buying groceries, setting the table, and baking the pies. (I won’t even mention Black Friday.)

History of Thanksgiving – the story we know and love

The core teaching of the holiday stems from value of the giving between the native peoples, the Wampanoag, and the colonists at Plymouth. When the colonists finally left the ship, after a cruel and bitter winter, only half of the original people had survived. They were greeted by English-speaking Squanto, a native of the Pawtucket tribe. Squanto had been captured and taken to England, where he learned English, then later escaped to come back to his native home. He taught the Pilgrims how to plant corn, catch fish and survive. He cemented the alliance between the local Wampanoag people and the colonists.

The celebration of the autumn harvest, the first Thanksgiving, was in 1621. It was a grand feast that lasted three days. The great chief of the Wampanoag, Massasoit, attended with 90 of his men and brought five deer to share. That first Thanksgiving was a feast of friendship, despite drastic differences, as well as a celebration of survival. The alliance between the new colonists and native peoples lasted more than 50 years.

Thanksgiving becomes a national holiday

While states continued the tradition of Thanksgiving, it wasn’t until 1863 that Abraham Lincoln made it a national holiday to be celebrated every year in November. He declared it a day of Thanksgiving in the midst of the Civil War, when the nation was divided and at war with itself.

Not so happy Thanksgiving for the Wampanoag

The Smithsonian Magazine presents a different perspective of the Thanksgiving feast and the influence of the Pilgrims on the Wampanoag. While the Wampanoag native peoples did welcome or at least allowed entry to the Pilgrims, it was partially to help protect themselves against the Narragansetts. They did share an alliance with the Pilgrims that lasted 50 years, but in the end it devastated the Wampanoag. Disease spread, land was taken, resources abused, and it eventually ended in war that forever turned the power to the English. The Wampanoag sadly remember Thanksgiving as a day of mourning.

Remembering the spirit of the first Thanksgiving

Still, there is the spirit of Thanksgiving to remember. It would seem in this time – with the nation still politically divided, continuing inflation, gas prices still over the moon and simple groceries out of reach for many – it would behoove us to remember the good intentions of that first Thanksgiving. Then, it was the coming together of diverse people with different beliefs and lives. It was the community of people sharing the bounty of the fall harvest and giving thanks. Giving thanks for one another, for food, shelter and survival.


More than half of the Plymouth group died that first winter. I am sure they were hoping to survive what again could be a harsh and cruel winter. In a sense, we have done the same: Hoping to survive what has been a harsh and cruel time… holding out hope.

We have survived years of COVID, death and illness, businesses being shut down, evictions, homelessness, inflation rising and our nation still mired in political quicksand.


Thanksgiving, a day of giving thanks, reminds us of all we have, despite what we don’t have, despite our differences. It is a day of hope for family, friends and our nation to be united.

Three years ago our family met on Thanksgiving outside with masks and social distance. My 97-year-old dad was in his scooter making jokes. Last year my dad was dying and we celebrated Thanksgiving around a hospital bed in his home, thankful that he had been with us another year but knowing there would not be another Thanksgiving with him.

All year as we traveled toward him I had called him every day to tell him where we were. He followed along on a map. I would tell him to hang on … we would be there soon. We had a little over a month with him and he died shortly after that Thanksgiving.

The past years have been lonely without him. My father was not demonstrative. A pat on the back would suffice for a hug. But he loved the family to get together. When it wasn’t a special occasion he would call for  “Happy Hour” even after his health prevented even a sip of his favorite beer. My sister would rally to the occasion, fix plates of appetizers, and we would pick up his 92-year-old “girlfriend” from her house. Dad would zip over in his scooter to greet her. I miss that.

I will be grateful for the day filled with memories, with thanks for life, family and friends. Not just on this one special day, Thanksgiving, but I want to remember to have gratitude every day.



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Neal Davis (@guest_262858)
15 hours ago

Thank you, Nanci! Beautifully written. I might type more, but my eyes are full of tears. 🙂😊

Jerry (@guest_262770)
1 day ago

Great story. I lost my father in May of 1978 due to cancer. He was 57. Mom passed on in March of 2018 at the age of 93 1/2 years old. I know she missed dad more than I and my brother did. She is with him now. It is now about the end of 2023, I’m almost 69 Y.O., and I still miss them both greatly. I cherish the time I had with them both. I took care of mom as best as i could during the later part of her life. I still have the habit, when I come across something interesting, of turning towards the chair she used to sit in to tell her about it. Then realize she isn’t there.
You never completely get over the loss of your loving parents. The pain does fade a bit over time though.

Cancelproof (@guest_262746)
1 day ago

Very enjoyable read Nanci. We lost my mother in June of 2020. The Apex of the Pandemic. With her in Canada and my family in the USA, it was more than just a little complicated and presented a different kind of pain that I had expected to feel. Took 2 years to get back to Canada and by then the closets and boxes had been gone through, plus the family home gone so finding those typically cathartic processes was impossible.

Thanks for the lovely story of hope.

Bill Byerly (@guest_262739)
1 day ago

Thank you for sharing your wonderful family story with us all Nanci!
We lost my dad this past spring, so this years Thanksgiving day celebration was quite a bit different, more somber maybe, than from years past….

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Drew (@guest_262711)
1 day ago


This is a beautiful view of Thanksgiving! I was moved by it and I hope others were too. Thank you.

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