Sybil Bruncheon’s “OUR THANKSGIVING HERITAGE!!”.... TO BE? ..OR NOT TO BE?...

Facebook Friends!!... so many of you have heard about the Pilgrims who landed in Plymouth in 1620 and how somber, sober, and serious they were.... humorless, colorless, dour, judgemental. But what everyone forgets is that the Mayflower first landed on the tip of Cape Cod at what later became Provincetown. And the pilgrims who decided to stay THERE and NOT go on to Plymouth were a very different mindset! Fun, funny, capricious, stylish, lovers of fine food and fashion, music, dancing, parties, practical jokes, dirty limericks about candle-makers and farmers' daughters!...well, you get the idea. I mean, you HAVE heard about Provincetown, right?

Well, maybe you're a descendant of one of those two different Pilgrim groups?? ....at Thanksgiving time, ask yourself, which kind of person are YOU? Do you drown your sorrows at the dinner table in yam casserole with baby marshmallows while Uncle Fred tells his stupid knock-knock jokes for the umpteenth time? Do you nod politely and take Cousin Edith's hand over the Cheez-Whiz appetizers while she tearfully recalls being stood up for her junior prom 37 years ago? Do you fall asleep on the sofa with a bowl of stuffing sitting on your belly waiting for you to snack on later "aftah da game"?

...OR, Do you make your dinner guests play fun party games like spin the bottle, strip poker, and pin the tail on the donkey with Mrs. Ferguson from next door as "the Donkey"? Do the mince, and pumpkin pies end up being the ammo in a giant pie-fight with your boss and his wife... and your housepets? Do you fantasize about shopping on Black Friday at Van Cleef and Arpels for a diamond brooch shaped like a turkey, a teepee, or the state of Massachusetts??...

It's a choice folks... Are you a PILL and very GRIM??... or do you drop water balloons on Rihanna in the Macy's parade as it goes by your apartment building?? Guess which branch of the pilgrims Mummie is a descendant of, and why she calls herself a Pil-CHEERFUL!.... and why I love Provincetown so! YAHOO!!!!

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Sybil Bruncheon's "Our Thanksgiving Heritage"... A PRAYER FROM REVEREND SIMPLICITY CARFEATHERS (1620)…

Oh, Merciful Lamb, please let us, on this first Thanksgiving, be grateful for our yam and twig casserole...especially since Thou hath granted us a festive little garnish of pine needles which we will apportion to each and every one of Thine worshipful diners in a portion not greater than one and one half needle-ettes per soul. Also, remindeth us to be glad of heart at the sight of the turnip, radish, and skittle-beetle soufflé which our Indian brethren have prepared with loving and unwashéd hands and left at the back-flap of our tent sometime in the last three days.... And in a hollowed out birch-bark serving dish which we have been told we may keep as a "house-warming" present! We did indeed warm our home by burning it in a hole in the middle of the room. And thank You blesséd Soul of Peace for helping us to extinguish the flames which spreadeth to the canvas by smiting it with sticks as if it were the accurséd hind-quarters of Satan himself (which it very well may have been since Goody Dalrymple says that she smelled infernal farting and saw in the rising smoke the face of a goat with three horns that recited French limericks!). Anyway...we put out the fire, and now have a nice view of the stars at night!

Finally, oh Patient Saviour, we thank Thee for the sight at least of a plump turkey which we would have prepared for our holiday repast had it not pecked out the left eye of Reverend Punctuality Throckmorton during his interminable sermon on "Edibles And Their Free-Will To Embrace Low-Calorie Salvation...OR NOT!"...it was during the declamation and response section of his endless exhortation to "dessert sinlessly" that the turkey lunged at the blesséd Reverend and un-eyed him as it scaped our lean-to prayer-hut! The entire congregation tried to bolster the Pastor's challenged morale by gathering feathers, oak leaves, river mud, and hair-combings to fashion a graven image of a turkey for him to kick and dismember to purge his righteous anger!!

Oh, Serene Guide of our Spirits!... The Reverend in his humble radiance, forgave the facsimile for its transgression against his extremely modest face, and said that one eye still allowed him to see the wonders of our new home here in the new world and would keep him from stubbing his bunion on that damnable tree-stump near the entryway to our settlement as he has done thrice-times this very week when arising in the middle of the night to make his water away from prying eyes and pointing fingers. The mud-and-rubbish turkey now sits in pride-of-place on said tree-stump as a decoration for our feast!! ...and much thanks hath been yowled up to the Heavens along with songs and gourd rattling! We all plan to take our once-yearly bath after the cranberry-cricket flan.... Halleluiah!!!! Halleluiah!!!! OHHHH...HALLELUUUU-IAH!!!!

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