The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-11-28
LINGER IN MEMORY
Sweet RscOllectOns Of Bygons Thanks
givings.
PITY FOR THE BOARDER
Vanished Charms Of the Old Time
New England Festival-CIad Re-
unions-Regrets for Days
That Are No More.

That Are No More.
What has become OF the Thanksrzv-
ing day as IL existed q generation axo?
Has 1t gone out with the fashion that
prevailed and the fads that kept busy
the fancies OF our ancestors? Was n a
mere perfume that exhaled with its
own blossoming time. TO make way Cor
stronger growth? The Thanksgiving
that you and I remember was as dif-
ferent from the Thanksgiving Of TO-
day as cider Is different from ouintne
bftters. 1t was a day Of cheer. mingled
with thanks. like the bite and the
sweetness that go TO make up the Vim
tage OF the apple.
How we used to watch Il coming
over the New England hills IN that
region which saw Its rise, and which
has not yet seen It's decline. as we out
here In the sordld and progressive
West have donei Tt was oftenest ush-
cred In with a snowstorm that came In
great. wavering flakes at first, soon
changing to a fine network OF crystal.
enveloping the tree trunks In passem-
enterie of pearl. fesbooning the tw5<s
with ermtne and bending down the
roadside weeds until their teweled
foreheads touched the earth. The
fields were unbrolxen whbte and the
air an elixir One felt like romping
with the school chfldren and fiinginz
giving days dawned q quarter OF a
century ago.
From my very soul I pity ANYBODY
with memories Hike these. yet obliged
to eat Thanksgiving dinner at a board
ing house or res tauranr table. II f.
bad enough TO vegetate the year round
In hos telr-y that Is never a home, but
wthen the clrciing months return that
especial day OF good cheer, sanct1fied
by a thousand sweet and tender MEN,
orses. that time OF family reunion and
festival of Fellowship, TO be Obliged to
meet the day without the sauce OF
congeniality and tine spice of conviy-
tality to flavor its meats. at a table
where your right hand nelghbor COB
bles and goes. where your left hand
neighbor curses Iuhe waiter and fees
him IN the same breath, where the
conversa ton consists OF plaintive re-
quests to the landlady for a grudglng-
w bestowed move or whispered sug-
gestion as TO putting or pie (alas, 1t
used to be bothD my soul bleeds for
the Victim OF such a destiny on
Thanksgiving day. do not mean to
convey the impression that all board
man exists as cabbages do--dn files
and lives ae they do-accordlng to the
procession OF serene vegeta tion.
There are hUmelske hotels and pleas
antly arranged boarding houses, no
doubt. but even at their choicest and
their best 1t Is hard to have to eat
ones Thanksgiving dinner there. Does
not your eye brighten even now to
reoan that dinner as IL announced and
communicated loself In the days OF long
ago?
Who does not weep at retrospective
thought OF the simmery promise that
was waited through the kitchen door
OF the turkey that was to be7 Who
does not moisten his hips TO remember
the crispness OF that long fatted fowl?
smouhered In perfume OF its own
gravyr Who does not grow FAINT at
memory OF the oysters, the chicken
piles. the fiankcd hams and the noble
presentation OF every vegetable THAI
grows beneath the orbed sun? How
blue eyes sparlCled. and their black
eyes s,rone to pun the wishing bone
with grandma across the groaninx ia
ble-dear old grandma. serene and
peaceful in her snow white cap and
folded kerohief!
How the relative from abrnad. the
uncle who went for gold in the for1fes
and returned by slow stages after 20
years by way OF the tropics. sn1sled
uDon Us all and furtively clasped
hands with grandma underneath the
Ia bic 100 test the reality OF the occa-
sion. How the old lady heaped his
plate and removed especial tidbits
from her own until his stock % cheer
was Anime, How the cider flowed and
how II stung as we quaffed at IT'S en-
Der heart How the widowed aunt
from a distance and all the llntle cou-
sins. who never had the turkey taste
ON their tongues until grandma invited
them 10 eat Thanksgiving dinner with
US all. visibly grew and grew before
our asronished eyes until. like the snap
dragon flower. we expected them %
go 10 pieces OF their own rotuni1ty!
How a gentle nstlessness gradually
Dervaded the company until we drows-
Nv refused all offers OF more and
treamily ponderod as TO whether or no
we should ever care TO eat agatni And
yet when the pie came how We bright
enedi How we rose to the exigency Of
the pudding and FAIRLY Haunted our
selves In the face OF the raisLns and
The nutsl An upspringtng fame OF en-
srgy. to be followed by a more CON-
Dlete Iassitude than the FIRST. until the
syes that looked on the still bountiful
supply Of food sheathed themselves as
'sheathes a film the bruised eagie<'s
we" and we sank into slumber as we
sat-
on. bright New England days for
sver passed. Are ye indeed dead. or
Jnly sleeping until a sordid time has
blown over and the hearts OF men
arouse themselves from a long indiffer-
snce TO what ts fair and true and
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