The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-11-25
EAT AND GIVE THANKS.
SUGGESTIONS FOR THE THANKS
GIVING TABLE.


| for Dinner
| WASHINGTON, Nov. 24.-Mrs Secretary
Whitney is one of the most charming
women in Washington. The interviewer
has little trouble in approaching her, but
will find it hard to get away. talked with
her yesterday about her Thanksgiving ar
rangements. "Well," she said, 1--WE gener-
| ally keep the day with Mr.. Whitney's two
sisters in New York, dividing the Christmas
and Thanksgiving holidays between us.
Sometimes we go to the home of
the secretary's mother at Brook
line, near Boston. Our Thansgiv-
ing dinner is always served at 9 o'clock, be-
cause on that day we have the children
with Us, and their unrestricted enjoyment
requires more time for digestion than usual.
| We also try to have the old-fashioned edi-
bles served very much in the usual way.
Our Thanksgiving dinner will probably con-
! sist, first, of oyster soup, which will be
| followed by fiSl. Then the great turkey
! with Gran berry sauce and vegetables We
| always bring the pies on at once | think
| they make tue table very attractive, with
| their crisp unbroken surfaces covered with
white sugar. | should consider the dinner
|
strips of dough delicatelv Drowned across
the top. | have adopted the ideas Of my
Husbands mother on TIE pie question, and
we have no end of pies; mlnce pie, pump
| kin pie apple pie and all the od-fasnioned
varete S. My mother-iu-'aw makes a kind
! that | never see elsewhere. A Charlotte
pudding affair, the name of which | do not
remember. although it has one. 1t is made
of grated apples and whipped cam. At
my own home in Ohio, it was our custom
to serve small pig, roasted whole, which
| stood in the middle of the table, with q
| lemon in its mouth. Our boy is always
| happy when he is at Grandma Whitney's,
because she lets him have unlimited
mince pie. He has it for breakfast and
| dinner and piece for lunch. He declares
that his grandma's pies never make him
sick
my Thanksgiving dinner l like to be as
much as possible the product of cur own
| farm" said Mrs. Secretary Fairchild.
| There is a sentiment connected with this
particular festival that makes it seem more
| pleasant still to give thanks for the sheaves
that have been ripening through the year,
especially for u, and it is not all sentiment,
either, for after all there is no poultry like
| our own, no ham so sweet as that killed on
oar own farm. and nothing i'll the world is
so delicious as the mushrooms gathered in
our own pastures.
81 would serve my dinner Just like any
| other" she continued, but everything
should be homelike."
| Mrs. Endicott is a stately Massachusetts,
matt on, and a real representative woman.
II believe in the old New England Thanks
giving, said she, land since it has become
a national holiday much of its Show is lost,
| | think. lean remember the scene at my
fathers in Salem, Wen his carriage house
was packed with turkeys, joints and other
/ aflTh or nd ha ar-A xyn
be filled with his poorer neighbors, who stood
in front of the wide double door, across
which a bar had been placed and re-
ceived the gifts as fast as two men could
pass them out There were turkeys enough
only for his special proteges, but everybody
could have joint and the vegetables to go
with it,
"Our own dinner we have always taken
at the old homestead; if we could not go
ourselves, we always sent the children, until
| this year
''Our family has always gathered there,
| from the oldest down to the wee babe in
arms, and around the table, set in old-fash-
| ioned style and profusion, with roast turkey,
| chicken pie, ham and all kinds of fruit pies,
mince pies and buildings, we have renewed
the family ties on each Thanksgiving day
After the table is cleared, there is one part
| of the Gel emory we never omit. The young
est fodder in the company, the little child
| that has come into the family since the last
| Thanksgiving festival Is placed on his feet
on the table while his mother stands at the
| opposite end, and the rest of the family
gather at the sides, 10 guard his safe ur
nev from one end of the table to the other :;
eve"y time he totters there are many
ready hands extended to guard his uncertain
steps till he arrives triumphantly at the
other end.
| "No. do not know that there is any sig
nificance in this. | presume some proud
mother of our family in primitive times
may have done this, and the example has
since been followed"
The custom is pretty enough for poem"
said I, land have noticed one thing to-day
that pleases me vastly. In every house al
most, that have called. there is ladies'
writing desk in the parlor; naturally to one
of my guild this is very gratifying, and l
see YOU have two"
Eyes" said she, with sigh, lone is mine,
and this smaller one at my elbow is my
| daughters. We have made good use of them,
| too, but she has gone and left hers"-here
the gentle eyes filed with tears. Eyes, it is
| hard to have an ocean between us, !" she con-
| tinued, in broken voice, in answer to a
remark to that effect, 'but one should never
stand between ones child and happint ..
| That is h likeness on the mantle, " indicat-
! ing handsome gentle nan with frank look
ing eyes and sensitive mouth. 81 can
bear it better because | know he is good
And as yet presume have not fully real
| lied what it will be without her, for our
| house Is still filed with wedding guests,
| claiming my attention, and keeping away
the loneliness that is sure to make itself felt
by and by"
Mrs. Postmaster General Dickinson is a
comely lady, portly and dgnihed, but
bright and rosy as a girl Of 16.
eyes" said she, II have very decided
views on Thanksgiving. l think the day
should be set apart as one entirely devoid Of
fashion. No Thanksgiving seems aopr, pri-
ate to me but the coed old New England
variety described by DIR. Holland in his ex-
quisite poem, Bitter Sweet and Mrs
| Stowe, in the minister's Wooing.' The din
ner in the kitchen, with its brick floor and
| time-darkened rafters, the one Dewy swept
and the other garnished with rows on rows
of drying pumpkin and SQUASH and long
strings Of apples and glowing red peppers
| punches of sage, with its pale milly green
seeming more delicate than ever, beside the
dark bunch of thyme and the rusty.hued
pennyroyal.
II would have the dinner composed Of all
| the homely viands Of country life, and
placed on the grooming table all at once, no
waters, but the sweet service of love, as
those surrouning it helped each other; fash
| ionable courses abolished, with the side
dishes and ceremony; no fashionable ac-
quaintances invited that day, only the home
| folks: and il this was made imp BILE, as II