Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving
https://youtu.be/Ij6ToQqEe4sDid I just confuse you? No, you didn’t fall asleep and wake up a month later. I lived in Canada for eight or nine years, and so I’m still in the habit of celebrating both holidays. Are you wondering about why or how Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving?Did you even know they did? If you’re curious to learn about the similarities and differences between the two, watch this video.
Tuesday’s Thoughts: Gratitude, Remembrance, and Grief

Tuesday’s Thoughts: Gratitude, Remembrance, and Grief

Thanks, Thanksgiving
This is a complicated week this year. Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance (always 11/20) and Thursday is Thanksgiving in the US (always 3rd Thursday). So I am going off-script for today in order to bring up a couple of these themes. Thanksgiving is complicated. My generation was taught that it was a time that the Pilgrims came over in a caravan big boat and were starving. Those who belong to this land originally, welcomed the undocumented immigrant pilgrims and shared their food and how they grew food. It culminated in one big Thanksgiving dinner where all sat at the table and shared their food. Why is this complicated? Sherman Alexie, Spokane/Coeur d'Alene, says: "It [Thanksgiving] is a holiday that commemorates the beginning of the end for us, the death of a culture." Jacque
“To Beat The Morning Drum” — A Memorial Day Reflection

“To Beat The Morning Drum” — A Memorial Day Reflection

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Monday of next week, 28 May, is Memorial Day. So the following is dedicated to those who fought in the Nation's wars, especially those who never returned home. In particular, and most personally, I dedicate this to the memory of my father, Cpl. Leonard Eugene Cowles, who served in Battery C of the 174th Field Artillery Battalion, and of whom I have written previously. The following poem by Walt Whitman was reprinted on the flyleaf of Dad's copy of We Did, the history of the 174th which was issued to every member of the Battalion as they left the Service at the end of World War II. (The title of the history was chosen so as to finish the Battalion motto:  Possumus Et Volumus -- "We Can And We Will".) How painfully nostalgic to reflect that the men who received that Battalion history wen