#Thanksgiving letters

[lavandamichelle]

Heartfelt Thanksgiving Letters and Messages to Share Gratitude

Thanksgiving is a beautiful reminder to pause, reflect, and express gratitude for the people and blessings in our lives. Whether it’s through a handwritten note, an email, or a simple message, letting someone know how much they mean to you can bring joy and strengthen your bond. If you’re looking for inspiration, here’s a collection of short Thanksgiving letters and messages perfect for family,…

[yeoldenews]

(source: The Kingfisher (Oklahoma) Times, December 13, 1906.)

[burningvelvet]

On this day, 189 years ago: 16-year-old Emily Brontë and 14-year-old Anne Brontë write a diary entry:

November the 24

1834 Monday

Emily Jane Brontë

Anne Brontë

I fed Rainbow, Diamond Snowflake Jasper pheasant this morning. Branwell went down to Mr. Driver's and brought news that Sir Robert Peel was going to be invited to stand for Leeds. Anne and I have been peeling apples for Charlotte to make us an apple pudding and for Aunt nuts and apples. Charlotte said she made puddings perfectly and she was of a quick but limited intellect. Taby said just now Come Anne pilloputate (i.e. pill a potato). Aunt has come into the kitchen just now and said where are your feet Anne? Anne answered On the floor Aunt. papa opened the parlour door and gave Branwell a letter saying here Branwell read this and show it to your Aunt and Charlotte ��� The Gondals are discovering the interior of Gaaldine, Sally Mosley is washing in the back kitchen.

It is past Twelve o'clock. Anne and I have not tidied ourselves, done our bedwork or done our lessons and we want to go out to play. We are going to have for Dinner Boiled Beef, Turnips, potatoes and applepudding. The Kitchin is in a very untidy state. Anne and I have not done our music exercise which consists of b major. Taby said on my putting a pen in her face Ya pitter pottering there instead of pilling a potate. I answered O Dear, O Dear, O dear I will directly. With that I get up, take a knife and begin pilling (finished) pilling the potatoes. Papa going to walk. Mr. Sunderland expected.

        Anne and I say I wonder what we shall be like and what we shall be and where we shall be if all goes on well in the year 1874 – in which year I shall be in my 54th year Anne will be going in her 55th year Branwell will be going in his 58th year And Charlotte in her 59th year hoping we shall all be well at that time we close our paper

Emily and Anne

November the 24 1834

[big-low-t]

A Letter To The United States Of America

.

It's Thanksgiving time again

By the way, the bad guys win

But I want to thank you for making me feel shame

Thank you for never admitting your blame

Thanks for all the genocide

Thanks for hating gay pride

Thanks for being a racist cesspool

Thanks for making so many of us fools

Thanks for shooting up another school

Thanks for the rich white people that rule

Thanks for massive corporate greed

Thanks for not planting a seed

Thanks for burning more coal

Thanks for fracking down that hole

Thanks for not making us green

Thanks for privatizing everything

Thanks for diminished education

Thanks for laughing at inflation

Thanks for removing women's rights

Thanks for giving us sleepless nights

Thanks for making more bombs

Thanks for paving our lawns

Thanks for a controlled media

Thanks for your Christian mania

Thanks for ruining being patriotic

Thanks for rewarding the idiotic

Thanks for profits going higher

Thanks, by the way, now I'm a liar.

Fuck you.

.

[oldshowbiz]

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1153: See Him Again (Sonic)

12:12 p.m. at the Crocodile Residence's Kitchen...........

Espio: (Grabs his Chin While Examining Directly at the Turkey in Front of Him) Hmmm.............

Vanilla: (Nervously Grabs Onto her Knuckle Placed on her Chest) Give it to me straight, Espio. ('Gulp') I-I can handle it........

Espio: Well...The color and texture of the skin is rich brown......The seasonings are in place.....(Sticks the Needle Point of the Meat Thermometer onto the Middle of the Turkey as He Watches the Device Calculate it's Temperature) And from the looks of it, the temperature is very close to actual heat temperature. (Takes the Thermometer Out of the Turkey, Forming a Proud Smile on his Face) With that being said, I am happy to announce that our turkey this year is in near perfection.

Vanilla: (Gasps Before Happily Clapping her Hands Rapidly) It's even better than last year!~

Espio: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Indeed. You went all out this year around and it definitely shows- (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Tight, Loving Hug)

Vanilla: (Happily Hugging Espio) WE went all out this year alone!~ Our Thanksgiving dinner wouldn't nearly be as spectacular as it is now if it weren't to your help and guidance!~ Thank you!!~

Espio: (Winces in a Bit of Pain) Don't....mention it.....Happy to help, Mother!......

Vanilla: Oh. (Lets Go of Espio with a Sheepish Smile on her Face) S-Sorry about that, dear~ The excitement got the better of me again....

Espio: That's alright, mother. (Picks up the Lit and Place it Over the Newly Cooked Turkey) Master would get ecstatic too if he was here to see all of this.

Vanilla: I've been meaning to ask you about him. Was he the one who taught you how to cook in the first place?

Espio: Somewhat. His favorite meal growing up would always be any bowl ramen you could think of. So when I was younger and with the help from a few of his peers, I was able to learn how make one for ourselves to enjoy on many occasions. (Smiles Fondly at the Past) And every time, he would always put on a delightful smile on his face, praising me for a job well done.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Can't say I blame him. Your ramen are worth the praise and admiration~

Espio: (Happily Bows at Vanilla) Thank you. I'm glad you guys like them. But anyways, it wasn't until I grew up and left out of the dojo on my own a few years later that I've gradually started to learn how to cook various other meals from every cookbooks I could get my hands on at the time. It always makes me wonder what master would think if ever tries them out for himself. (Slowly Starts to Frown a Bit) If.....he's okay that is......

Vanilla: (Frowns a Bit as Well) You still haven't heard back from him yet?

Espio: ('Sigh') I can't say that I have unfortunately...... I know it takes time for a letter to reach it's destination in a long distance, but it's been so long since either of us seen each other face to face. I couldn't help but to worry about him.....

Vanilla: (Gives Espio a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Have more faith in him, dear. I'm sure you two will see one another one day.

Espio: (Simply Nodded) I hope so. (Smiles Softly at Vanilla) I have yet to introduce him to wonderful folks i considered my family.

Vanilla's heart starts to melt in pure happiness by Espio's comment. It makes her happy to know Espio and Charmy see her as their mother, let alone have them and Vector apart of her family to begin with.

Cream: (In the Other Room) ESPIOOOO!~ A LETTER HAS ARRIVED FOR YOUUUU!~

Cheese: (In the Other Room as Well) CHAO CHAO!!~

Confused and curious, Espio and Vanilla decides to head into living room to find out.

Vanilla: (Walks into the Living Room Along with Espio) The mall man came by our house on Thanksgiving Day?

Vector: Nah, it was a while Flicky that flew by

Charmy: With this really cool looking scar on the right side of his eyes.

Cream: It must've so hard for that poor little thing to see properly.....

Espio: A scar on his.....(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at the Realization) Wait....That Flicky....It doesn't happen to belong to Master, does it?

Vector: Only one way to find out.

Espio catches the scroll Vector tossed to him before giving a silent nod,, opens it up, and, begins to read it out loud for everyone to hear.

Dear Espio,

Hello! Its been so long since I heard from you these days. I apologize greatly for not being able to write a letter back sooner. I have been a lot busy training with newest recruits nowadays that I don't quite have much freetime on my hands as I used to in the old days. And before you start to worry, yes, I am doing fairly well these days. I might have gotten older, but my guidance and unyielding spirit has not died out just yet.

On a brighter note, I have read each letter you have given thus far, and while it pains me that you are not with us these days, it also makes me incredibly happy to hear that you not only found a profession that tests your skills and intelligence flawlessly, but you also found those whom you formed an unbreakable bonds with. Those you considered as your very own family.

You've grown a lot since then and as such, words cannot describe just how proud I truly am of you and your progress thus. I still hope for the day we cross paths once more soon, even meeting the love ones you've talked so much about, but until that day comes, all I can do now is to wish you the best of luck to what life has in store for you next and pray that one day, you will strive to become a better man than I could ever hope of being.

Until we meet again, take care, my prized student.

Love,

Hoshimaru Hasashi

Tears begins to flow down from Espio's eyes as the melting feeling of his heart starts occur within him. It's been a long time since he feels the need to cry. But as emotional as he is now, he's extremely happy to know that one and master is not only alive and well, but that he's proud of him. Proud of the young man he spent all these years training and raising worked his way up to becoming what is now: a Chaotix Detective and a full-fledged shinobi.

Cream: (Starts Getting Worried) Espio? Are you okay?

Espio: Yeah.....('Sniff') (Uses the Back of his Knuckle to Wipe the Tears Away) Everything is fine.......

Vanilla: Do you wanna group hug by an chance?

Espio: Yeah....('Sniff') (Turns to Everyone with a Teary Smile on his Face) A hug....would be nice about now.......

Vanilla: Oh baby!~ (Rushes Over to Give Espio Another Loving Hug) It's okay.

Cream: (Joins in on the Hug Fest as Well) There's no need to cry~

Cheese: (Joins in) Chao Chao Chao.

Charmy: (Joins in) Yeah, It's okay.

Vector: (Joins in on the Group Hug) We got you, man. We stick together no matter what.

Espio: (Hugs His Family Back) ('Sniff') I know.....('Sniff') I love you all so much.....

Cheese suddenly notices a folded up piece if paper on the ground before floating himself over there, picks it up, and unfolds it for himself.

It didn't take long fornthe young Chao's eyes to widened at what he saw before rushing back to the family.

Cheese: (Starts Tapping on Charmy's Shoulder) ('Psst') Chao. Chaochao Chao Chao.

Charmy: (Turns to Cheese) Hm? What's up, Cheese?

Cheese: (Shows Charmy the Picture) Chao!

Charmy: (Eyes Widened at What he is Seeing Right Now) NO WAHAYAYAYYYY! (Starts Bursting Out Laughing)

Vanilla: (Quickly Turns to the Bee Along with Everyone Else) Charmy?

Vector: What gotten you more noisy than usual?

Charmy: (Flailing his Hands amd Feet Around Before Taking the Picture From an Already Snickering Cheese's Hand) Guys, guys, you gotta see this! Chese found one of Espio's baby picture sitting on the floor!

Espio: (Eyes Widened as He Turns Directly at Charmy) Who's baby picture?

Charmy: (Points at Espio) Yours! (Forms a Teasing Smirk on his Face) Apparently Master Hisashi's Prized Student just so happens to be a famous Lil' Ninja Star~ See? (Shows Everyone a Picture of a Baby Espio Happily Holding up Kunais Up in the Air with the Captions 'BABY NINJA STAR' Written Below the Picture Itself)

Espio: (Eyes and Mouth Widened in Complete Shock and Silence)

Cream/Vanilla: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh!~

Vector: (Starts Laughing as Well)

Vanilla: (Clasps Her Hands Together as They Begin to Gush About thr Picture in Question) He's looks so adorable!!~

Cream: AWWWWWW!~

Espio: N-N-No!.....(Starts Blushing) D-Don't tell me.....

Vector: Hey, Ninja Star! Your master wrote a note for you behind the photo. Says he hope we could savor your cuteness for generations to come!~ (Continues Laughing with Charmy and Cheese)

Espio: (Crunches Up the Letter in Complete Anger) Damn you.....Master Hisahi!!

Cream: (Gently Grabs Hold of Espio's Other Hand) Espio, are you okay now?

Espio: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Looking Down at Cream) Well, other than my immense embarrassment, I say I'll do just fine for now.......

Cream: (Smiles Softly) That's good. (Hugs Espio) Please don't be mad. We only laugh because we care.

Espio: ('Sighs Heavily') I just hope no one else sees th-

?????: ESPIO!~

Espio's eyes starts to widened yet again as he turns to see his girlfriend abd boyfriend, Blaze and Silver, joining in on the sightseeing crowd.

Blaze: (Smiles Brightly) You didn't tell us you had an precious baby photo lying around here~

Silver: (Clasps his Hands Together as He Starts Gushing) You look so cute and squishy, I could just pinch your cheeks just thinking about them!~

Espio: (Squats Down on the Ground and Lowers his Head onto his Knees) My life is officially over.....

Cream: No, your life is still continuing. (Hugs Espio Yet Again) And we're here to see it through the very end. (Gives Espio a Kiss on the Head)

Espio: ('Sigh') I know.

Happy Late Thanksgiving, Everyone!!

@cyber-wildcat

@rechicken-and-waffles

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

[stevebuscemieyes]

THANKSGIVING

Dir. Eli Roth

[scatteredquotes]

Read more Thanksgiving Quotes not only for letter boards

[zannolin]

(re-ish)watching ncis in 2023 is like came for the murder and crime solving, stayed for the absolutely unhinged tiva plotline

[lavandamichelle]

Thanksgiving Messages for Kids: Short Notes to Show Gratitude

Thanksgiving is the perfect time to teach children the value of gratitude and kindness. Writing short notes or letters can help kids express their feelings while spreading joy to their loved ones. Whether it’s a sweet message for a parent, a heartfelt note for a teacher, or a funny thank-you for a friend, these kid-friendly Thanksgiving messages are sure to bring smiles. Messages for Family…

[skrunksthatwunk]

not me spending like three hours on a late assignment (it's only like 5 days late) only for the submission box to be closed 💀💀💀

[askaceattorney]

Happy Thanksgiving!

- Chief Mod Edgeworth

[bunnyunderthebed]

the wine had softened me up, don't think your opportunism went unnoticed. if i hadn't been so focused on the road maybe i'd've tried to stop you; cameras and microphones make me nervous.

i think you noticed the song speaking to me, like my soul wanted to hang on every word. the best of my singing comes from that place, y'know: finding a little bit of myself in the story, in the emotion.

this thanksgiving i'm thankful for you.

[hotrale]

Hello,

It has been some time since we last spoke, though i'd never admit to just how long a moment now feels. You took me in, such shock to the system. I could hardly breathe. i did not think to wonder what part of me had ever desired more than you, never mind air.

Little else drew me in as the weeks ran short and the sky grew tall. The summer was so hot. All we could do was sit, sleep, paint pidgins and bullfrogs out on the pond. I can recall how long of a fall it was, merely tripping one short stride through the brush. trying to reach my sister, some garble about my mother. some garbage, on the topic of a couple of bucks.

Things we chased well after dark—it stilled me, as most things have. I have always been afraid. You know.

Time and time again you were true in answering me. We were problem solvers. Great academics and stingrays out on the sea, poured steady and predicable from the windowsill of my bedroom. Explorers at the open maw of a black hole. And it blew my mind. As far apart as it did my spirit, my resolve, the strings drifting back through the vacuum there. I was attached to something before you. Plenty things.

I can not believe how much i have forgotten. I must not forget now, how much i've forgotten.

I smell vinegar on the wind. In my sheets. I could bleed for all the things you well equipped me with. Even now. I feel filthy. And i feel stupid. And i miss you.

The walking dead all cast out along the strip. Stripes, rivers to run down. And as you pulled me, close as you could manage, i did not see us as much more than the mess i had already made. You told me i was brilliant, i never felt so dull. I still believed you i wanted to. part of me still does.

I did too see the most beautiful thing turn rancid, you are not alone as you are. It was never you. But i suppose it was not so much me, either. That was us, i am sure of it. I have never seen another thing quite like it. I pray i never do again.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Thanksgiving History

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

November 23, 2023

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

Thanksgiving is the quintessential American holiday…but not for the reasons we generally remember.

The Pilgrims and the Wampanoags did indeed share a harvest celebration together at Plymouth in fall 1621, but that moment got forgotten almost immediately, overwritten by the long history of the settlers’ attacks on their Indigenous neighbors.

In 1841 a book that reprinted the early diaries and letters from the Plymouth colony recovered the story of that three-day celebration in which ninety Indigenous Americans and the English settlers shared fowl and deer. This story of peace and goodwill among men who by the 1840s were more often enemies than not inspired Sarah Josepha Hale, who edited the popular women’s magazine Godey’s Lady’s Book, to think that a national celebration could ease similar tensions building between the slave-holding South and the free North. She lobbied for legislation to establish a day of national thanksgiving.

And then, on April 12, 1861, southern soldiers fired on Fort Sumter, a federal fort in Charleston Harbor, and the meaning of a holiday for giving thanks changed.

Southern leaders wanted to destroy the United States of America and create their own country, based not in the traditional American idea that “all men are created equal,” but rather in its opposite: that some men were better than others and had the right to enslave their neighbors. In the 1850s, convinced that society worked best if a few wealthy men ran it, southern leaders had bent the laws of the United States to their benefit, using it to protect enslavement above all.

In 1860, northerners elected Abraham Lincoln to the presidency to stop rich southern enslavers from taking over the government and using it to cement their own wealth and power. As soon as he was elected, southern leaders pulled their states out of the Union to set up their own country. After the firing on Fort Sumter, Lincoln and the fledgling Republican Party set out to end the slaveholders’ rebellion.

The early years of the war did not go well for the U.S. By the end of 1862, the armies still held, but people on the home front were losing faith. Leaders recognized the need both to acknowledge the suffering and to keep Americans loyal to the cause. In November and December, seventeen state governors declared state thanksgiving holidays.

New York governor Edwin Morgan’s widely reprinted proclamation about the holiday reflected that the previous year “is numbered among the dark periods of history, and its sorrowful records are graven on many hearthstones.” But this was nonetheless a time for giving thanks, he wrote, because “the precious blood shed in the cause of our country will hallow and strengthen our love and our reverence for it and its institutions…. Our Government and institutions placed in jeopardy have brought us to a more just appreciation of their value.”

The next year, Lincoln got ahead of the state proclamations. On July 15 he declared a national day of Thanksgiving, and the relief in his proclamation was almost palpable. After two years of disasters, the Union army was finally winning. Bloody, yes; battered, yes; but winning. At Gettysburg in early July, Union troops had sent Confederates reeling back southward. Then, on July 4, Vicksburg had finally fallen to U. S. Grant’s army. The military tide was turning.

President Lincoln set Thursday, August 6, 1863, for the national day of Thanksgiving. On that day, ministers across the country listed the signal victories of the U.S. Army and Navy in the past year and reassured their congregations that it was only a matter of time until the United States government put down the southern rebellion. Their predictions acknowledged the dead and reinforced the idea that their sacrifice had not been in vain.

In October 1863, President Lincoln declared a second national day of Thanksgiving. In the past year, he declared, the nation had been blessed.

In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, he wrote, Americans had maintained their laws and their institutions and had kept foreign countries from meddling with their nation. They had paid for the war as they went, refusing to permit the destruction to cripple the economy. Instead, as they funded the war, they had also advanced farming, industry, mining, and shipping. Immigrants had poured into the country to replace men lost on the battlefield, and the economy was booming. And Lincoln had recently promised that the government would end slavery once and for all. The country, he predicted, “with a large increase of freedom,” would survive, stronger and more prosperous than ever. The president invited Americans “in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea, and those who are sojourning in foreign lands” to observe the last Thursday of November as a day of Thanksgiving.

In 1863, November’s last Thursday fell on the 26th. On November 19, Lincoln delivered an address at the dedication of a national cemetery at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. He reached back to the Declaration of Independence for the principles on which he called for Americans to rebuild the severed nation: 

​​”Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”

Lincoln urged the crowd to take up the torch those who fought at Gettysburg had laid down. He called for them to “highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

The following year, Lincoln proclaimed another day of Thanksgiving, this time congratulating Americans that God had favored them not only with immigration but also with the emancipation of formerly enslaved people. “Moreover,” Lincoln wrote, “He has been pleased to animate and inspire our minds and hearts with fortitude, courage, and resolution sufficient for the great trial of civil war into which we have been brought by our adherence as a nation to the cause of freedom and humanity, and to afford to us reasonable hopes of an ultimate and happy deliverance from all our dangers and afflictions.”

In 1861, Americans went to war to keep a cabal from taking control of the government and turning it into an oligarchy. The fight against that rebellion seemed at first to be too much for the nation to survive. But Americans rallied and threw their hearts into the cause on the battlefields even as they continued to work on the home front for a government that defended democracy and equality before the law.

And in 1865, at least, they won.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[fadeawaywithyou]

Horrible news: sending that email about stuff i want/need to do/ask about but never did for some fucking reason, actually made me feel better and I no longer feel guilty doing fun shit on my days off! who would have guessed!