The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-11-29
Thanksgiving at Rose Farm.

It was the morning before Thanks.
giving at Rose Farm, and the children
had gathered in the kitchen to assist
mamma in preparations of the next day S
feast It was not holiday at the village
school, but, as company was expected at
the farm-sveet Cousin Florence and
Uncle Dick-a generous Thanksgiving
dinner was under way, and Mrs. May
nard had consented to the children re-
manning at home to assist her.
Deacon Maynard, his wife and their
four children were the occupants of Rose
Farm, and a happier, merrier, better
disposed family could not be found any
where. The deacon was an intelligent
farmer, who provided well for his family,
and who was noted in the nelghborhood
for strict integrity and kind heart
Mrs. Maynard was devoted wife and
indulgent me ther-a comfort to the poor
and to all who needed sympathy or aid.
Alex Maynard, their eldest boy, was IA,
handsome and noble-hearted; then came
Helen, who was II, as admirable as her
mother, and known in the village as it's
prettiest girl. Daisy was the next step
n the Maynard Staircase romp-
ing, saucy, teasing gypsy, with
eyes, hair and complexion as
brown as chestnut. She was the most
Notwithstanding child you could well
imagine her hair was ike a mop-it
never would lie straight, but would hang
over her eyes, until her mamma, in self
defense, had it banged" for, she said,
it would make the whole family CROSS
eyed looking at the 1lnruly locks. Ar
thur Maynard, the baby, was 6 years
old Just in trousers sweet tempered,
obedient boy, the pet of the household.
Daisy said she loved him "almost to
pieces" but could not help teasing him
when he sucked his fingers, baby trick
in which he still INDUCED
The large kitchen at Rose Farm was q
picture of home comfort ON this morning
before Thanksgiving. A broad pine
table stood at one side, on which there
was big yellow pumpkin, and wooden
chopping-bowl filed with something
very nice, as one would have supposed
had they seen the young Maynards tax.
ing "httle tastes" IS they gathered
about it. Then there was pasteboard,
a rolling pin, a pan of flour, a pot OF
fiaky lard, and dish of yellow butter.
Peggy, the "help," was No snding the
fire in the brightly blac} ned stove
Mrs. Maynard came into .he room with
big box OF raisins, and said, "Ale1
and Daisy may stone raisins for the pud.
ding, while Helen prepares TIE turkey,
and Arthur can sit on one end of the ta-
BILE and look ON"
How many raisins may we eat,
mamma ?" shouted Daisy. Every few.
gypsy or you will have the stomach ache
to spoil your pleasure Tomorrow. -
Alex said, 81 will have to do as the
cabin-boy ON shipboard did when he
stoned raisins for the Captains plum
pudding; he was compelled to whistle
all the time so that he could not eat
any," Alex and Daisy seated them
selves, with newspapers on their laps, a
chair standing eacn side, on which were
the box of raisins, and the dishes for
them after they had been pitted.
az don't think can stand this sticky
work very long" said Alex, after he had
stoned about dozen raisins You
girls had better do it and let me go to
the mill for the cider
would not give up so soon,' said
Daisy, who declared her nose was itch
ing and she could not scratch it for her
hands were call raisins"
Mrs. Maynard had promised Helen
she might make the stuffing and prepare
the turkey, a task she had never under
taken. The twenty pound fowl was
brought from the wood-house by Peggy
where she had been picking its feathers
A pile of newspapers were lighted on the
hearth, and, the turkey being properly
singed, Helen, knife In hand, began her
work
ooh what cropi'' said Arthur I;
"that old fellow filed himself full of
com before his throat was cut" "Come
rest IN this bosom, said the turkey to
the stufing, sang Daisy Helen re-
moved crop and entrails from the fine
fat fowl, and washed him inside and cut.
then stuffed him full of savory dressing.
that filled the kitchen with IN oder
s'just like Christmas" SIS Daisy said.
Now 1 must take the hyer and heart
and gizzard and place them in water
ready to be boiled and chopped for the
gravy" spoke Helen, and Peggy was
called to bring saucepan.
"Oh my what cook p shouted
Alex, rs Daisy whispered something 20
him Then she ran to her mother and
asked her to step over and look at the
gizzard as it lay in the saucepan. All
hands began laughing, except Helen,
who was ready to cry rs Arthur said
p" I'll tell Cousin Florence; 1 guess she
won't eat any of that gravy" Mrs.
Maynard came to the rescue and *
planned to Helen that the gizzard must
be cut open and some hing taken out-a
fact she had quite forgotten.
By o'clock that day all things were
arranged for the next days dinner.
Mlnce and pumpkin pies were baked, the
plum pudding ready for steamine, the
turkey IN the cellar prepared for roast
ing, and the ham boiled, skinned and