My Grandma is a major history buff.
So Thanksgiving didn't mean just eating until we felt like we would pop or expressing gratitude.
Thanksgiving=history lessons.
I sat as Grandma Martin lectured me about the first Thanksgiving.
When I was little she would make me dress up as a pilgrim with a bonnet and everything.
Today she started telling me about how in the middle of the Civil War Abraham Lincoln said the last Thursday of November would be Thanksgiving.
Lincoln was prompted by a collection of editorials written by Sarah Josepha Hale. I'm pretty sure she just learned about it from Wikipedia.
As we sat around the dinner table, Mom made us all say what we were grateful for.
Grandpa said the traditional, "family, friends, food, and football."
Mom said our family and her job.
Grandma named every single person she met. These people ranged from my cousin Cylee to her neighbor Dorris to the greeter at Walmart.
I said, "President Lincoln and Sarah Josepha Hale, because of them my mom is forced to cook a real meal at least once a year."
"Ha ha," my mom said, "I cook."
"Hamburger helpers don't count," I said.
I didn't eat much.
I still wasn't used to eating.
But I tried.
That night I wrote a letter I knew I couldn't really send.
President Lincoln and Sarah Josepha Hale,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I just wanted to thank you for Thanksgiving. I know it's ironic, being thankful for Thanksgiving. But I am, because family comes, there's good food, and no school.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
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