I am in a very peculiar mood. Flushed with success for finding an almost perfect present for hubby’s birthday the air of the US Thanksgiving seems to permeate. This year being thankful for anything brings to mind the sugar sweet determination of the ‘glad game’ in Annie.
Yes, the Olympics was a great positive oasis in the summer. But the non existent honey harvest was already rearing its head. And I was starting to wonder whether half my grandchildren, if they were to become Olympians, would be wearing US outfits. These sort of negative niggles refuse to be submerged too far. Of course, all parents respect and applaud their childrens’ plans for future and for their own children. Our ancestors made brave decisions to get us where we are today. I knew those who made some such decisions and have heard about those who I was not able to meet.
There is certainly so much deserving gratitude. Not least the early morning sunshine currently defiantly driving away some of the damp from yesterday’s rain and flood and causing almost 2 kw of solar energy to be generated even though it is barely 10 am.
But that really is trivialising things. For many of us the real thanks is for the intangibles of life and the treasure of memories that even in a digital age can’t be replayed more effectively than in our minds eye even when some of the cast are no longer with us. From years of teaching, I am humbled by those who succeed despite their home background rather than because of it. A child poverty that cannot be expressed in terms of ££££’s and is sometimes accompanied by material wealth. Equally families living in poverty of one sort or another who manage incredible things because of the support they give to each other. For some these intangibles are a luxury they cannot consider as the appearance or non appearance of the next meal or the next bomb are far more pressing.
There is so much more to be thankful for than not for many of us. And reading a random blog as I start my morning I see that it implies that in the US biscotti deliveries are possible from coast to coast. (In her Thanksgiving biscotti recipe blog). Perhaps a small extra to be grateful for if one set of family does decide to emigrate. Though I am not convinced about her claim that it is the best biscotti recipe ever as I have some great ones. Judgment suspended until I test it.