History classes in the United States teach that the first Thanksgiving was celebrated as one of the successful harvests early English settlers had with the help of the Wampanoag people in the early seventeenth century, during one of the peaceful moments between the two groups. Though its origins come from that 1621 shared harvest feast, the holiday has evolved into a tradition focused on gratitude, community, and giving to charity.

In the past, First Reader and I traveled to see our out-of-state family for the holiday, but COVID and wildfire recovery ended that trip. We can no longer afford to make the journey. Here in our neck of the woods, our tradition has been to host an early Thanksgiving by gathering family and friends for a shared meal two weekends before the day. Our Day of Gratitude happened last Sunday.

The weather was perfect for a change. A few early birds arrived to help move tables and chairs while we finished preparing the meal. By the time everyone arrived, we were ready to feast. The menu featured traditional fare: turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, and cranberry sauce. Our guests brought the rest of the sides: yams, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, ham, appetizers, and dessert. We’re still working our way through leftovers. And, as always, what’s left of the carcass is waiting in the freezer to use for soup.

So, what am I grateful for this season? I’m grateful we could rebuild our home. I’m grateful that First Reader and I have our health and each other. I’m thankful for the help from friends and family during the last few years, including retirement, COVID, and wildfire recovery. Our framily are the treasures of our lives.

The United States celebrates Thanksgiving on the fourth Thursday of November, which is the twenty-seventh this year.