‘Bring none of your slim appetites here’--Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving at the Kinsellas with the Harold Taylors--November 1978



Thanksgiving Song—Found in Kate Youngs Baker’s scrapbook:

Come uncles and cousins, come nieces and aunts,
Come nephews and brothers, no won’ts, no can’ts
Put business and shopping and school-books
Away;
The year has rolled round; it is Thanksgiving
Day.

Come home from the college, ye mirth-loving
Youth;
Come home from your factories, Ann, Katy and
Ruth,
From the anvil, the counter, the farm, come
Away,
Home, home with you, home, it is Thanksgiving
Day.

The table is spread and the dinner is dressed.
The cooks and the mothers have all done their
Best;
No Caliph of Bagdad e’er saw such display
Or dreamed of a treat like a Thanksgiving Day.

Pies, puddings and custards, figs, oysters and
Nuts
Come forward and seize them, without if or
Buts;
Bring none of your slim appetites here,
Thanksgiving Day comes only once in a year.

Now children revisit the darling old place.
Now brothers and sisters long parted embrace.
The family ring is united once more
And the same voices shout at the old cottage
Door.

The grandfather smiles on the innocent mirth,
And blesses the Power that has guarded his
Hearth.
He remembers no trouble, he feels no decay,
But thinks his whole life has been Thanksgiving
Day.

Then praise for the past and the present we sing,
And trustful await what the future may bring;
Let doubt and repining be banished away
And the whole of our lives be a Thanksgiving
Day.

-----------------Pat Kinsella Herdeg here--Kind of old fashioned, but loved the sentiment.

Love and good thoughts to all of our cousins out there on This Thanksgiving. If I could give a hug and share a meal with each of you, I would.
--Pat