A young couple celebrate their first Thanksgiving , wooden nickel

A young couple got married, and when the wife prepared to bake a ham to celebrate their first Thanksgiving, she carefully cut off each end before placing it in the pan. Her husband asked her why she did that and she replied, "I don't know--it's what my mother always did. But I can ask her." She called Mom, who responded, "I always saw your Grandma do it, so I did the same." They decided to check further, so the young bride then called Grandma, who explained, "It was the only way I could get it to fit into my pan."

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WE THANK THEE

My family traditionally begins the evening meal with a prayer of thanks. When they were old enough, we began letting our children say the meal prayer. Of course, at first they would ask for a pony, a new bike, etc. They soon learned the more important things that should be included in the prayer.

At Thanksgiving, we had the whole family over. My nine year old wanted to say the prayer. It went like this:

"Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the turkey, the rolls, the mashed potatoes, the red jiggly stuff, and the bread stuff even though I don't like it. We ask that You not let us choke on this food."

Most of us nearly choked just trying not to laugh!

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I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please", was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too, I wasn't even watching for you."



We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.



Later that day, while I cooked the night's meal, My young son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Get out of the way," I said with a frown.



He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, A still small voice came to me and said...



"When dealing with strangers, courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse. Look there on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers by the door.



Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself - pink, yellow and blue. He stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, And you never saw the tears in his eyes."



By this time, I felt very small And then my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed, "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."



I said, "Son, I'm sorry how I acted today, I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. You know I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

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