Here it is. Holiday time again! Many of you know that I lived in London for ten years. It was a marvelous experience, and I love everything about the country, the freedom, the culture, the generosity of the Brits.
It was, though, an odd feeling of an entire country not celebrating Thanksgiving. After all, their beginnings were not steeped in felling trees for log cabins, constructing rustic and rudimentary villages and depending on the original inhabitants to teach them about corn and farming. Actually, at that time, the British government was the very reason why such an endeavor was occurring in this new world, but that's a story for the history books.
Our Thanksgiving dinner in London then was held in the evening, after everyone came home from work. The American community gathered in friends' homes for the traditional dinner. In the early days of our time there, Harrods was the only place where canned pumpkin or fresh cranberries (or any cranberries at all) could be procured. Today they're both a staple in the supermarkets all year.
Always around our holiday table were some dear British friends and Canadian ones, too, who celebrate Thanksgiving on a different day in November. The requisite jokes, "If you'd paid that tax on tea..." and so on were bandied about, all adding to the fun. It is lovely remembering those days, those friends, those times.
So, you ask, "How will you spend your Thanksgiving in Florida this year?" The answer is simple--and surprising. We will be with two of our three sons, one son's girlfriend and two dear friends from London, also living half of the year very close by in Florida and with whom we spent every Thanksgiving in Blighty!
And so the circle goes on and on, much to all our delight. What a life!
Happy Thanksgiving to you all in the United States and around the world.