The First Thanksgiving

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving!

That's my family above, before my dad could afford a camera

and had to actually paint imitation photos for the Family Album.

But do you know the story of the First Thanksgiving??

It all started when the Pilgrims left England and later Europe as well back in 1620...
...they landed at Plymouth Rock
and sent a little boat ashore:

They were met by Indians who showed by means of signs that they were peaceful:

Other Indians joined them after a brief snowfall, pointing out the way to:

Plymouth Rock!!!

Below: Pilgrim grips Indian's hand, telling him he can help him.

Note the small stone and the bloody red toe of the Indian's left moccasin,

as well as the long crutch/peacepipe, carried by all Indian men...

"We'll show you how to move rocks!" says Miles Standish (standishing)

to Samoset, whose toe really, really hurts.

A month later, the Indians
are

delighted and on the third thursday of November

bring the starving Pilgrims a whole bunch of food:

Indian women remarked on how much nicer it was

not to bash their knees into rocks or stump their toes

on stones when working (the only legitimate work these

Pilgrims recognised) in the cornfields:

So everybody had dinner

and lived happily ever after:

So, not only is that the story about the First Thanksgiving,

but it also tells how fields clearing piles and every stone wall you see,

just like these below, came into being, all those many years ago...

But, Wait!

Not all people agree!

Here's some people somewhere

doing something on what they say is the

Real Plymouth or Pulpit Rock: