Tip of the Month |
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Holiday History |
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Thanksgiving.  The Pilgrims sailed across the Atlantic Ocean in 1620 and settled in what is now Massachusetts and Rhode Island. This area of the coast was inhabited by the Wampanoag Indians who were Algonkian-speaking peoples. The pilgrims arrived in very poor shape from their long journey and their survival in this new land was made possible largely by the help they received from the Wampanoags. One man especially helpful the Pilgrims was called "Tisquantum" or "Squanto." Squanto had previous experience with Europeans both in Europe and in North America. He spoke English well and taught the pilgrims about the most suitable crops and building structures for the region they were settling in. Once the Pilgrims had adjusted to their new lifestyle in North America, they decided to host a feast. They invited many members of the Wampanoag nation, recognizing the friendships that had been established. Both groups contributed to the 3-day feast with wild game, fish, grains, berries and more. This was the first Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving did not immediately become an annual holiday, however. Through much of our history, U.S. Presidents have declared one-time Thanksgiving holidays. In 1827 Mrs. Sarah Josepha Hale began lobbying to make it a national holiday and President Abraham Lincoln eventually did just that with his 1863 Thanksgiving Proclamation. In 1939 President Franklin D. Roosevelt designated the fourth Thursday of November as Thanksgiving and this is when we celebrate it today - often surrounded by those people who inspire us to give thanks.
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Sayings for Scrapbooks |
Cleaning a home while children are growing is like shoveling snow while it is snowing
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Poem of the Month |
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How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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