Letter To The Editor: Thanksgiving Dinner Way Back When

The first Thanksgiving Dinner-
In history was a winner.

.
Not just a whim-
But thankful eating between Wampanoag and Pilgrim.

Local veggies and fruits as best as able-
Set this special table.

Highlighted by fish and shellfish caught near-
Added to Wampanoag gift of five deer.

An event that has become a tradition-
An annual American family sensation.

“Happy Thanksgiving-

On this day and in everyday living.”

Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.

 

She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.

 

After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.

 

The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good

thought.

 

Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.

 

“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”

 

 

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (Solo Ice Cream)

While waiting in line at the bank, I overheard two women

 

discussing a little ice cream machine. Rock salt is what you

 

put in it and then you had to stir it for a long time. One woman

 

said that she would be too lazy to stir it for a long time, and the

 

other one said that is why you invite friends over.

 

The conversation concluded with the thought that there would

 

not be enough ice cream for the people invited over to stir.

 

 

The solution was easy enough as it was stated that was the time

 

for the invited company to go home. Problem solved.

“A cold cold scheme-
To create and eat homemade ice cream”.

 

Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.

 

She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.

 

After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.

 

The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good

thought.

 

Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.

 

“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Flying By

The warm weather has arrived so off to the
water park we went. We get a pass and try
to go as often as we can.

When we arrived I noticed that many changes
had happened since the last time. Another
company had taken over and it had a new name.

Fine with me as long as the river was still running.
I love the wave pool and that long relaxing river.
So soothing.

As we approached the river I noticed that many heads
were basically flying by. Something was different but
it was hard to figure at the moment.

As soon as we got in it became obvious that they had
ramped up the river speed. At least 3 times as fast. It
was no problem, but it was funny when I got ready to
grab the bar to get out on the stairs.

I missed the bar and went down a little further. In past
days that would be no problem as you just hang onto
the side and work your way back.

Well I grabbed the side and the force of the water would
not let me get back. It pulled my entire body. Imagine me
hanging on with my legs out straight getting ready to go
the other direction. Well in this case I simply had to
go back around. Of course, I didn’t really mind. Who
can complain when they are stuck for another round
in a river motion?

“On a whim-
To do a faster swim.”

 

 

Hurricane Season

It looks like hurricane season is coming up once again. Every

year we like to think that it is further away, but then here

it comes again.

 

I first experienced the big winds and water when I was

eight years old. Hurricane Betsy in New Orleans back

in 1965. Okay I know. Just don’t put the two together

to figure out how old I am.

 

Anyway I remember lining up at school to go home

early, and the clouds up above us was dark and evil

looking.

 

During the night I felt like I was in the Wizard of

Oz for I assumed that the house would blow away.

It didn’t of course, but at the time I knew no

different.

 

2005 almost took out my old hometown, but

they survived. I wasn’t there, but of course I

watched with horror. Love that place.

 

Jumping to 2008 Hurricane Ike is still fresh in

my mind. As it came through I can clearly hear

the swishing of the oak trees in the yard. It

took many of them down and it took almost

a year to clear them up. Luckily none of them

hit the house, but took a toll on the shade in

the yard.

 

As I get older I do not cherish the thought

of hurricane season, but as we all know

there is nothing we can do about it.

 

“To prepare for a good reason-

Simply called hurricane season.”

 

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