Below – Grandma Moses: “Home for Thanksgiving”
Art for Thanksgiving – Hongnian Zhang: “Thanksgiving”
Musings on Thanksgiving: Craig Ferguson
“I like football. I find it’s an exciting strategic game. It’s a great way to avoid conversation with your family at Thanksgiving.”
Art for Thanksgiving – Medana Gabbard: “Home For Thanksgiving”
Musings on Thanksgiving: Sherman Alexie
“I always think it’s funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.
So I’m never quite sure why we eat turkey like everybody else.” – from “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian”
Below – Fritz Scholder: “American Portrait with Flag”
Art For Thanksgiving – N.C. Wyeth: “Thanksgiving Banquet”
A Poem for Thanksgiving
“Perhaps the World Ends Here”
by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.