Thanksgiving Day musings

Thanksgiving 2016 will be a bittersweet celebration at Casa Monzeglio.   We welcome Wyatt to his first Thanksgiving, while we mourn the accession of a giant talking cheeto to the presidency of our America.  I was born immediately after the election of Dwight Eisenhower and the end of the FDR/Truman presidencies.  However, in that case, we elected a bona fide war hero and a man who had given his entire life to service for the country.  He respected the legislative and moral imperatives of the previous administration and guided the country through the perilous international crises of the 1950s.  As we ducked under our desks and covered our ears, I doubt most of us children knew or cared who was President.  If I prayed, it would be that Wyatt and his older sister and cousins know the same blessed ignorance of our government and its interactions with the world.  That is my wish as we gather to celebrate the abundance we mostly take for granted (My apologies to the Divine Mrs. M, who constantly reminds me of how lucky we are) and hope we will be able to continue the tradition in another perilous time for our country and democracy.