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~He first Thanksgiving Cay celebrated in America ms,as we have alxread of heard
Id so many tines, in the Plymouth'Colony. This was not, however, for one day only,
.e feast lasted for three days. The Pilgrims at this time had much to be thankful
,'or as they had a most bountiful harvest. The preceding winter had been extremely
hard and many had died. This crop had held the fate of the colony—it meant either
life or death for then. Following this first Thanksgiving feast, the custom was
rather generally adop^d as the country grew. However, it was not until President •
Lincoln’s time that it was generally recognized each year throughout the nation.
Tn the year of 1739 President Washington procllimed Thursday November 26 to bo Thanks
giving Day, but other than this Thanksgving was a State affair until after the Civil
■Par, Since that time it has been declared each year by..the President of the United
tates to each Governor who in turn makes the proclamation for his State or Territory,
he day may not be the same day throughout the nation. *
This poem by Lydia Naria Child portrays the spirit of Thanksgiving years ago.
TUM’KSGTVTKG DA.Y
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white aid drifted 3now.
Over the river and through the wood— .
Oh, how the wind does blov/I
It stings the toes'
And bites the nose,
s over the gro- nd we go,
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'"'vpr the river and tlirough the wood, ’ •
■' Have a first-rate play;
, ear the bells ring
"Ting-a-ling-dingi"
urrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the fiver and through the rood,
Trot fast, my dapple-gray.'
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For, this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the ri,ver find through the wood, x
And straight through the barn-yard gate,
’~e seem 'to go -.
Extremely slow—
It is so hard to waitl
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: Over thejriver and through- the wood—
’ Now grandmother’s cap i spyJ ‘ ' .
■Hurrah for .the(i*un!
Is the pudding1' done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie I
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":o h vc this year more for which.ito be thankful'"than has been true fol* ''several ycatv.
'"e have cone through a great n.,nr--the greatest in all history. It's sudden end and
the cot sins of human slaughter has given .us mush for'which to; t>6 thankful, this ^ea-:>.