A ROCKWELLIAN THANKSGIVING

I have always loved and admired the artist Norman Rockwell.  His pictures put the viewer right in the midst of the snapshot moment, and his Thanksgiving painting above is no exception.  The happy, smiling faces of the family, the beautifully-set table, the kind and thankful faces of the two grandparents--all of those things speak to me.  Rockwell simply painted true Americana.  I think that's why I love his paintings so much. 

According to Wikipedia:
"OURs... to fight for Freedom from Want is a color lithograph created in 1942 by Norman Rockwell and published in the Saturday Evening Post as part of a series illustrating the 'Four Freedoms.' The aim of the series was to promote the buying of war bonds by Americans during World War II. Copyright held by the Curtis Publishing Company."

I'll resist the urge to include some of his other paintings in this post, saving them for another time. 

What do you see in the picture?  The family bond is so evident:  the joy of simply being together.   The anticipation of good food is clearly right there in those faces, especially those of the children--do you see them as I do?  And the joy of sharing time of fellowship shows in those faces as well.

We indeed have much to be thankful for, and may this Thanksgiving season give you and your family a blessed time together.  Let's also remember those families who have loved ones serving in the military far away.

THANKSGIVING AGAIN

This is one of my favorite drawings of Thanksgiving doxies.  You're going to have to indulge me this month as I post numerous pictures having to do with Thanksgiving, and not all of them will be about dachshunds. 

Some will be about food. 

Some will be about family. 

All will be what Thanksgiving means to me. 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING (again)!

GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Here's wishing you a blessed and fabulous Thanksgiving tomorrow with your loved ones.  Since dachshunds are "chow hounds extraordinaire" and don't make very good digestive decisions, it's up to us to keep them from harm:

Don't give them raisins, grapes, chocolate in any form, turkey skin, cooked bones, cranberries, bread, nuts, onions and garlic--and I'm sure there are things I've left out.  They'll beg, so a few bites of just turkey meat won't hurt.

Gobble gobble!

SARGE'S THANKSGIVING STORY

Thanksgiving (a.k.a., Delicious Food Day!)

Daddy and Mama arose early on Thanksgiving morning. She and several of the church ladies had spent most of the previous afternoon decorating the house. I must admit, it looked beautiful with the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner, the large golden bells with big red bows adorning the fireplace mantel, and greenery everywhere. They had set up a manger scene on a table in front of the living room window. I had overheard Mama tell one of the ladies, “This should be front and center. After all, we are celebrating Christ’s birth, so He should have the most prominent place in the room.” The figures glowed with inner lighting, and there was even a star and an angel with the scene.

I had never seen so many pretty, twinkling lights. The house smelled like cedar, the greenery wreaths adorned with red velvet bows and holly, and happy Christmas music played softly in the background as everyone scurried around to get the house ready for Thanksgiving.

“Philip, oh how I hope Mom likes the coat I made her! I wrapped it last week and put it in the hall closet. Will you bring it in here for me, please?” And I suppose she’ll drag out my hat and coat, too. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think Mama really thinks I look handsome in them, so I’ll just put up with all the laughter. Besides, Papa will be here, and he loves me so much I think I can handle the situation, I suppose.