Monday, November 23, 2009

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:



4 comments:

  1. Anonymous10:40 AM

    The Pilgrims actually landed first in what is now Provincetown Harbor. The Mayflower Compact, which was the first document assigning rights of self-determination to common folks, was signed there. The Pilgrims spent some time exploring Cape Cod, stealing stuff (corn) and digging up Indian graves. Their first encounter with Indians was not a friendly one and occured at a place, now aptly named First Encounter Beach in Eastham. Only after decising that there was not enough fresh water to supply their needs, they moved on to Plymouth.

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  2. I love when my husband and i pass time together specially when we are with all the family celebrating the thanksgiving. Is sure this year we´ll be happy all of us together and enjoying. But i am thankful because my husband buy viagra and he has more self-steem.I am really happy.

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  3. Your First Thanksgiving story is full of inaccuracies and stereotypes.

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  4. Thanks Alex! That's what I was striving for!

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