Happy Thanksgiving Day!

First Thanksgiving



The bleak wind writhes and whistles as it spits
White flakes against the corncrib's bugling slits,
And sifts them underneath the cabin door.
But firelight leaps and flickers on the floor
Inside, from the wide chimney place. Its gleams
Fall on a spinning wheel; and rosy beams
Glint the two candlesticks of quaint old brass,
The copper kettle, and an Old-World glass.

A rude log cabin in a hostile land,
The frugal fare upon the rough-hewn board,
Crude furnishings, wrought patiently by hand,
And homespun garments! Yet, for this small hoard,
Our brave forefathers still could gladly raise
Their grateful songs of thankfulness and praise.

- Jessie Wilmore Murton


I would like to wish our American relatives and friends a wonderful Thanksgiving Day in all their homes wherever they happen to be today. Our Canadian Thanksgiving Day has already come and gone; having been celebrated last month, yet we in our home here in Nova Scotia are very aware of the American celebrations. Some of our ancestors were there during those first celebration years, both Pilgrim and Wampanoag, and as we consider how blessed we are today in comparison to what little they had we should indeed be very Thankful.