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More Than a Slice of Pumpkin Pie

Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,
From North and from South, come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?

John Greenleaf Whittier, The Pumpkin.

We’ll leave most of our cares behind for few days in less than thirty-six hours … And counting.


The past couple of weeks have been busy ones for Joel, Adelaide, and I. Besides revving up for our mid-December youth production of Much Ado About Nothing, hunting for gainful nursing employment to ring in the New Year (or sooner), Christmas shopping and parcel wrapping, surgery assisting, diagnosing, birthday celebrating, and teething, we’ve been preparing for our first road trip to Minnesota since early September. And I must admit, I’m looking forward to getting on the road.

We’re planning a brief layover in Brookings to dole out a couple of hugs here and there, and then on to the homes of Adelaide’s Grands to celebrate Thanksgiving. Although I’m anxious to see and be seen, I’m really waiting for that lovely moment when we’ll all pile snuggly into the car, pop Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell into the tape deck, start our engines, and find some renewal that only the open road can bring.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Too bad Portland isn't on your journey-- we miss you!

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