Tables??? You people have tables???
Brigitte - -
Perhaps if you exercise a occasional social skill you won't feel so lonely.
107 days since the Great Ankle Injury.

Brigitte ... see, this is what happens when you leave home for Hollywood. Smoke in the air, unattended car alarms and not being with your family for the holidays (ABC is obviously not paying you what you're worth). But, you can go for a drive up the coast or ride your bike at the beach or ... that's all I've got. I'm coming down to L.A. for T'giving so I'll keep my eyes open for you and say hi. I'm not creepy, honest.

. . . JAMMIN' WITH THE TURKEYS!!
. . . . . jam with Thanksgiving dinner? I don't know you people! Must educate. . .

The ships were anchored in the calm, natural harbour (they were from England, and brought extra vowels with them)... after a long sea journey, with Precious Little to be happy about. Less than happy was newborn Precious's mother who frequently had to change and feed her and deal with her every need alone. Whenever she asked the whereabouts of the baby's father, she was told something like, "I believe he's just stepped out, mum"; or she received a stunned gaze, quickly averted before the person fled.

The real father had, in fact, "stepped out", some 30 or so leagues back, going over the starboard side after celebrating the birth of his only known child with a considerable amount of grog ( -- which, inexplicably, was made with ginger ale instead of water, and had used up the last bit of leaf of the mint plant. )

No matter, for on deck many of the female passengers — pilgrims, if you will — were passing around a spy glass to observe the half-naked, well-bronzed men on shore.

(Hmm. "Bronzed" is a clue that this recounting has seriously taken a turn towards the not-to-be-shared with the kids around the fireplace tale)

Major ellipsis time . . . & . . .

To conclude the story of the first Thanksgiving:
The slowness of the rowboats bringing the travelers to shore gave the locals enough time to use the iPhone [note: the indian phone in those days was the size and shape of a drum — still, a major copyright omission error on the name] to notify the village to thaw a turkey. Things are a little hazy here about why they thought "turkey" when they saw the new-comers — but the price of cranberries doubled almost immediately and passing off sweet potatoes for yams went almost unnoticed.

... and the rest is "herstory".

Excellent vid. We are spoiled.

This will sadly be my first year away from the family, I don't know what I really am going to do. I plan on cooking a small turkey, some rolls and a fresh pie. Pumpkin of course. Sadly the little apartment I live in has no room for a table so I will be on the sofa, but I still like to think its the kids sofa. It's always good to keep a small piece of the kids table in you, you know keeping the dream alive, one floor bound yam at a time.

Why did I choose to work in the hotel industry, it will be a wonder if I ever get to go home for a holiday again; at least it is truly the industry I love. Nothing better than having a guest remember your name after not seeing you for a year, amazing... but enough of the tangent.

Miss Dale enjoy the holiday and keep out of the smoke. I wish I was in your neck of the woods with family rather then stuck here in Vegas :^( but that's the world we live in, and the career path we choose. No doubt the family will go on without me, after all grandma always says "one monkey don't stop no show" and I was always the monkey in the room.

--Trevin D. Wilson

I grew up with a kid's table and spent a lot of time there, although I don't remember when I graduated to the adult table. I think it happened too early, but who am I to argue? I still got to fill up on mashed potatoes and dinner rolls with strawberry jam. We have not perpetuated the kid's table ... and I still fill up on mashed potatoes and dinner rolls with strawberry jam.

Last year we reached another milestone, we had Thanksgiving dinner for our family at our house. Dana's niece, who was in her last year of high school, sat at the kids table, which I thought was a little weird at the time. Now I know that I should have invited her to the grown-ups table!

We never had a kids table. Outside of my immediate family, all my relatives are in Europe. So small Thanksgivings for us. You should set up a webcam with your fam back home for Thanksgiving so you can kinda spend the day with them during dinner. Put a laptop in the place where you would sit. Just an idea.

Hi. I'm alone for Thanksgiving too. In fact I'm an orohan. Yep! Both of my parents are dead. That's sad! Course I'm 60 soooooo. Have a nice day. I'm first to make a ccomment again. I really have an exciting life....