Happy…. Thanks…. Giving!

I don’t recall Thanksgiving from my childhood. I’m sure it was there, and I’m sure we ate turkey, etc. But if it was a substantial and important holiday, it was mostly so because we got a day off school.

As such, I was unprepared for the Important Role that Thanksgiving plays in the life of Catherine’s family and, indeed, in the life of Islanders. (As an aside: people like Catherine, from the Ottawa Valley, are in some very deep and profound ways, exactly like Islanders).

So while my family is strung out along almost the entire length of the Trans-Canada Highway this Thanksgiving weekend — literally from coast to prarie to interior to coast — a good part of Catherine’s extended family is gathering tomorrow at Aunt Ioma’a house in Godfrey, Ontario (halfway between Kingston and Kaladar) for Thanksgiving dinner.

Here on the Island, I have been overwhelmed by the concern shown by my friends and neighbours, both physical and virtual, for my Thanksgiving well-being.

I am happy to report that I will be spending Thanksgiving Sunday in the company of my friend Ann, her consort, the much lauded God in Aubergine Jacket, her daughter, the Babysitter from Heaven, and a random scatterling of other interesting people. Apparently Ann is basting the walnuts as we speak.

To Kevin, who I’ve known almost since setting foot on the Island, and to Alan, who I’ve never met face to face but to whom I am distantly related, thank you for your invitations, veiled and otherwise.

And, in the immortal words of Les Nesman, Happy…. Thanks…. Giving!

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Oliver's picture
Oliver on October 13, 2002 - 03:29

Just a technical question regarding Auberginian theology, as it’s finally struck me that you’re using “God” with a capital G. Is this a monotheistic religion? Or are you typographical iconoclasts?

Peter Rukavina's picture
Peter Rukavina on October 13, 2002 - 03:56

Yes, there is only one Aubergine Jacket.

Alan's picture
Alan on October 13, 2002 - 13:49

Glad to convey the cryptic invite. I had no idea your good wife was from near Kaladar. While we only passed through there on pre-kids weekendss to Kingston and the Kingston Brew Pub, the mug from Dollar Bills at the crossroads of Highway 7 is still around here somewhere…dandy hot chicken sandwhich. I am totally with you that rural Eastern Ontario — the Ottawa and St. Lawrence Valleys — is exactly like the Maritimes. Renfrew Country may as well be the Upper St. John River Valley. I was up in Ottawa with work this week past and was looking for any opportunity to saw “holy weh” the local equivalent of the Nova Scotian “ ‘magine” — I do not know the PEI equivalent yet. I am sure it will take a decade or so to pick it out…

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