As the reader of this blog may have figured out-this writer of free scribbles' has a passion for History of any kind. The last chapter of History has not yet been written, and it may never happen, at least not yet. Thanksgiving is a term to describe whatever any individual or group of people choose it to be. As a kid growing up, a term I use sparily as some may suggest I may never ever Grow Up, and there is reason to believe that is not in my internal core. Like Robert Frost wrote in his poem about the Road Not Taken, I have often taken the road less traveled by-just to see what's over there. If the popular place to visit is Hawaii, then that is the only State of the Union I have never gone, nor do I wish to, at lease if I can stop it. Although my days or years on earth will eventually catch up with me, on this Thanksgiving Day, I have enjoyed the peace and solitude of sitting in front of the fireplace which not only gives me the heat from its glowing embers, but makes me want to give Thanks to God for all that which has happened and gave to me. Most folks may want to be with their family, friends or just a big fat turkey, I like to pretend my fireplace is liken unto the one I grew up with on the same block as my father and his father before him. I would play around the stove with my Cowboys and Indian toys, which eventually had me wondering why we thought the Indians were the bad guys. It wasn't long until I got heavily involved in why I thought it was so special person to be a Cowboy, just like Randolph Scott, who to us kids, looked and acted liked Alma Jones, the father of the Nephi Jones Kids. He, like Randolph Scott was always the "Good Guy." I soon came to realize our thoughts may be related to where we grew up and what other people have infiltrated our brains to accept. Initially, I think the Nephi Jones Family gave Thanks to God above- the real creator of all of us and the things of the world to use as sparingly as possible, but for our own benefit. Later on in life, I soon was to study at least in thought, that if we were bad kids, our Mother who threaten to send us back to the Indians. At the time, the LDS Church was heavily involved in seeking out Indian(or the Native Ones) kids to place in homes so they could get a chance to have a good home to stay in and get proper schooling. It sounded good at the time, as we became good friends with many of them. Then when summer came, they would go back to what we used to call the "Reservation", but would return when the fall school Bell rang. I started a new sentence, as I had to go get more coffee as it is too early for my afternoon siesta, and I learned living with some "Ancient Ones" that naps are good any time the body tells us that. The Mayans or the kids of the Mayans would often come up to me and put their hands together and rest their heads on their hands.That Was My Sign! I also recognize that I can't type too long until the burning cedar logs were calling for other logs to join them in the hot coals. Besides, I don't like the narrator of the classical musical station I listen to, as she reminds me of a California Valley Girl, with mush for brains. And in between John Wayne movies, I fell asleep. Even in my own castle, I have to have earmuffs on to squash the obnoxious noise of vehicles up and down the streets and the jackhammers on Main Street, who for the third time, redoing the corners And I forgot what I was going to write about today, but it could be that throughout life on earth, we have one giant load of being Invaders. I traveled to one country where an interpreter told me of how the Spanish of Spain Invaded the Aztec's and killed men and took their women as wife types or concubines, and forced people to build churches or shrines, as long as they found gold to send back to their old countries. And American citizens are now realizing that we to have been invaded and financially raped by Invaders, but perhaps we did the same coming with Christopher the Columbus. Regardless, I do wish a happy feast of food for the belly and food for your thoughts.Traveling that off road may be better than the Freeways we(but not me) are accustomed to. And some of the folks that get on TV to have you send them money to help feed others, may, just may be your Scammer of Scum! Be careful out there. You just may have a human near you with an empty stomach living under a plastic bag. At least I know one!
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