FOLLOWER OF DREAMS
He is a World War-II veteran who flew fighter planes. He boasts of ancestors who signed the Declaration of Independence. He won the fight against oral cancer. He creates three dimensional paintings.
She married him at the tender age of 18. She had never traveled out of Colorado. But she still followed him to all the way to Yuma, Arizona. All they owned was a beat-up old truck, a cranky old refrigerator, a hoe and a pump. The net value of everything they owned was $3,300.00. This was a good thing because if they were to be granted any land in Arizona they had to show that they had assets worth atleast $2,500.00
These were the two wonderful people who welcomed me into their home and their hearts on Thanksgiving Day. To me they symbolize the realization of the American dream. Sure, times were hard and the going tough, but they have both been through it all and come out all the stronger for it. They succeed so well that they went all the way to Egypt to help the then Egyptian President with his plans for a green revolution in his country.
They teased me good-naturedly, stating that they would have an Indian at the table this year. And I decided to play the part by dressing up in one of my Indian outfits. This sent everyone into raptures and there was a flurry of clicking cameras.
The table was set with the colors of Thanksgiving, warm ambers and browns. The centerpiece consisted of ears of corn, aromatic candles, wooden napkin holders shaped like turkeys and tiny pumpkins. The crystal ware gleamed in the light of the candles. The traditional feast that followed consisted of roast turkey with all the trimmings. Side dishes consisted of cranberries, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, a bean casserole and some sour bread. And the desserts, how could I not go into raptures over the desserts, there were three different kinds of pies; pumpkin, pecan and apple.
About two hours later, all 13 of us were lolling about in the living room, reading books or watching TV, too stuffed to do anything else. Talk about being stuffed!!!
She married him at the tender age of 18. She had never traveled out of Colorado. But she still followed him to all the way to Yuma, Arizona. All they owned was a beat-up old truck, a cranky old refrigerator, a hoe and a pump. The net value of everything they owned was $3,300.00. This was a good thing because if they were to be granted any land in Arizona they had to show that they had assets worth atleast $2,500.00
These were the two wonderful people who welcomed me into their home and their hearts on Thanksgiving Day. To me they symbolize the realization of the American dream. Sure, times were hard and the going tough, but they have both been through it all and come out all the stronger for it. They succeed so well that they went all the way to Egypt to help the then Egyptian President with his plans for a green revolution in his country.
They teased me good-naturedly, stating that they would have an Indian at the table this year. And I decided to play the part by dressing up in one of my Indian outfits. This sent everyone into raptures and there was a flurry of clicking cameras.
The table was set with the colors of Thanksgiving, warm ambers and browns. The centerpiece consisted of ears of corn, aromatic candles, wooden napkin holders shaped like turkeys and tiny pumpkins. The crystal ware gleamed in the light of the candles. The traditional feast that followed consisted of roast turkey with all the trimmings. Side dishes consisted of cranberries, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, a bean casserole and some sour bread. And the desserts, how could I not go into raptures over the desserts, there were three different kinds of pies; pumpkin, pecan and apple.
About two hours later, all 13 of us were lolling about in the living room, reading books or watching TV, too stuffed to do anything else. Talk about being stuffed!!!
posted by newatthis at 4:57 PM
1 Comments:
the funny thing is the turkey wasnt stuffed, we had slices and the stuffing like a side dish!! Yeah, looks like it was a blessing in disguise. And looks like i have been well and truly adopted. thank god for small mercies. i would have died of boredom if i was stuck here with no friends and nothing to do!!
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