When I was a kid, our family would go over to my great-Aunt Laura's on North Street in Grafton for Thanksgiving Day dinner. The house is still there, a couple doors up past Pigeon Hill Road...
I just checked Google maps to see if there's a street view (there isn't), ...and it says that that road off of North Street is named Chestnut Street. That's the trouble with getting old, because I could've sworn that was Pigeon Hill Road. It goes up to Pigeon Hill, but maybe they decided to re-name it Chestnut Hill. Or maybe it was always called Chestnut Street and I just forgot.
The only other explanation I can think of is that I really have slipped into an alternate universe...
Anyway, my Aunt Laura's house is still there on North Street. It almost seems like yesterday when I recall what it was like to step into that house on Thanksgiving Day...
It wasn't a big place inside, as we basically all collected in the kitchen and the room where the TV was. It seemed even smaller with over a dozen and a half people, too. Us kids had very little to do. We could either watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV, listen to whatever the adults were talking about in either room, or go outside and freeze (it was always very cold on Thanksgiving back then, ...before global warming). Our role as "the children" was pretty much to be as unobtrusive as possible.
The day centered around the feast. My Aunt Laura had a free standing broiler that she used to cook the turkey. And the turkey was always absolutely, positively delicious! She would get the turkey from Mazza's, out by Silver Lake. There's nothing like a local, range-fed turkey. I mean, you can do whatever you think might enhance the butterballs and the frozen boulders they sell in the supermarket, but a fresh-killed range-fed turkey is absolutely unbeatable!
I think the ultimate Thanksgiving experience, which I've never actually had... and probably never will... would be to go out into the woods and chase down the turkey you want for Thanksgiving. I mean, literally, chase it down without any weapons and catch it with your bare hands. And then, if/when you actually catch the bird, then you have to just strangle it on the spot. No knife, no axe, just strangle it with your bare hands. Then carry it back to a table or the tailgate of an SUV, and pluck it and dress it with a hunting knife, out there in the cold.
Certainly, such a scenario wouldn't make any heads nod in agreement at a PETA meeting. And I can hardly expect that any vegetarian or vegan readers will have read that last paragraph with any reaction other than horror, or at the very least a wholly negative one. But that process of hunting, killing, and dressing the Thanksgiving turkey would, in my opinion, lend some level of personal experience to what this holiday might really be all about... Maybe throw in a whole season of trying to grow the vegetables, too.
I don't personally know of anybody that gets anywhere even remotely close to that kind of Thanksgiving Day, harvest celebration experience, though. Instead, those of us who aren't vegetarians or vegans tend to merely go through the motions of this feast from a consumerist point of view, and a viewpoint that would prefer to not ever think about where the turkey might actually come from.
And I can't really see how hangin' out with friends and relatives for the central purpose of overeating has anything to do with Pilgrims, either...
Nope.
The real, true, and original meaning of Thanksgiving is now probabaly lost forever. Today, Thanksgiving is simply a tradition. And I think it's a really important tradition, cuz employers have to pay you for the day off.
Any day that they have to pay you for not going to work is a tradition worth keeping, wouldn't you say? And any excuse for friends and family to gather is a tradition worth keeping, too.
Enjoy the day off, relax and enjoy whatever feast you may partake of today. And then get plenty of rest tonight...
Tomorrow, tradition dictates that we must shop.
Update: Here's another tradition for this day:
Alice's Restaurant.
Update2:
This piece is an interesting historical perspective on the actual development of the day as a declared holiday, beginning in revolutionary times.