Norman Rockwell’s Thanksgiving

It’s Thanksgiving in America. This is meant to be a day of thanks for the blessings we’ve enjoyed for the last year but it’s more a day of food and football. Tomorrow, as folks will spend the day buying a bunch of stuff they probably don’t need and can’t afford.

A Norman Rockwell painting we are not.

This painting is called “Home For Thanksgiving.” It was featured on the November 24, 1945 cover of The Saturday Evening Post. That was 77 years ago today.

The young man and his mother were real people. He was freshly home from the war and helping his mother with chores he likely would have hated doing in the Army Air Corps. Kitchen Patrol or KP duty probably didn’t seem so bad in the warmth of his mama’s kitchen.

Rockwell paid them each $15 to sit for the portrait. I read once that they owned the local dairy in their Vermont small town and that the young man was Rockwell’s milkman.

This painting was donated to the Eugene M. Connor Post 193 of the American Legion in Massachusetts many years ago. But they didn’t know it was an original and left it hanging in a hallway for decades. When someone offered $500 for what the Legion thought was a print, they took it to the Norman Rockwell Museum in Massachusetts for appraisal.

After learning they owned an American treasure, they loaned it to the museum for display and safekeeping.

Just last year, the Legion sold it at auction for $4.3 million. This hefty sum went into a trust and interest earned will help pay bills and fund future repairs for the Legion.

It’s a beautiful slice of Americana and I like how it illustrates a nation transitioning from wartime into peacetime. Something so everyday like peeling potatoes probably felt almost luxurious to the soldier and his mother who had suffered untold sleepless nights in his absence.

Her relief is palpable.

Gratitude would have been the only thing that mattered in many households across the nation that Thanksgiving. Our soldiers were headed home. Life was returning to a new normal. Life was good.

Wherever you are in this world today, I hope life is good. Happy Thanksgiving!

Pumpkins

Shifting from fall to Christmas decor is never a pleasant task. However, there is one thing I truly enjoy. I look forward to gathering up all my pumpkins and gourds and offering them to all the little creatures of the forest.

I just crack them open with a shovel and leave them in the edge of the woods. Lots of animals like birds, chipmunks, squirrels and deer will enjoy the treat.

It’s a small gesture but I like helping my critter friends and doing something useful with items that would otherwise only be discarded.

High Five Cakes

Saturday was cold and windy so I was quick to take up my friend’s invitation to High Five Cakes for a hot beverage between browsing Chillicothe’s downtown shops.

The space is light and bright with big windows that look out on Paint Street, the main area where locals and tourists gather for shopping, food and fun. As pleasant as it may look, it smells divine.

They are known for their speciality cakes but they also serve bubble teas, fine baked goods and afternoon tea. Colorful macarons caught my eye as did a minty brownie of some kind. However, I opted for this nutter butter to complement my piping hot cup of hot chocolate.

It was a perfect flavor combination to enjoy from our seats in the window as we watched folks bustle down the street, clearly seeking somewhere warm to browse and load up on stocking stuffers and gifts. These whimsical geese and snowflakes above our heads added to the atmosphere.

If you go right now, look for the two pink nutcrackers that flank their door during the holidays. The pair never fail to capture my attention, and my imagination, as I wonder what stories they could tell.

If High Five Cakes sounds familiar, you might remember the owner for her appearances on the Food Network where she twice won competitions. Learn more about them at their website or simply go visit them at 81 N. Paint Street in Chillicothe.

Christmas In Chillicothe

Chillicothe held their annual Christmas kick-off event in downtown this weekend. I met a friend yesterday for some browsing, holiday fun and good food.

We met Father Christmas and his wife Holly. I have known this gentleman for many years and his wife is a talented mural artist whose work always makes me smile.

It was freezing cold so we stayed indoors, as much as possible including a stop at High Five Cakes for hot chocolate and a sweet treat. Tis nutcracker is one of two outside their front door.

Even the trolley was all decked out in Christmas decor.

There was a cold wind and the shops were crowded but it was a nice way to say hello to what is sure to be a busy holiday season. I left before all the lights were on in the city park so I’ll have to go back another night to enjoy all the pretty Christmas decorations!

Make A List

Lists are a great way to keep track of the things that are important to you. They help you know what to pick up at the store, which chores to do when, and what to pack for that trip.

Lists are also powerful tools for getting your life on the right track. If you’re struggling to declutter life, here’s one way lists can help you. It’s a three step process.

1. Make a list of the things that matter to you.

2. Make a list of the ways you spend your time.

3. Compare the two lists and adjust accordingly.

Keep repeating this process until the two match.

This sounds simple but can be a surprisingly difficult thing to navigate. I began working on this years ago when my volunteer activities began to feel like a full time job that cut into my mental peace.

You can use this strategy for helping to know what to keep when decluttering, how to spend your money, how to use your time, and what’s next in life.

Give it a whirl and see what you think. You may be surprised at how the values you live by stack up to the values you say you have.

It’s worth a shot, wouldn’t you agree?

That Look

This is the look I get when Scout catches me writing something with a pen. He hates the sound of a pen to paper.

This is actually the warning look just before he starts tugging on my clothes, arms, hands – anything he can get his paws on. See the murder mittens? He knows how to use them!

I don’t understand his aversion to pens . Yes, it makes a scratching noise but he never seemed to care when he was small. Maybe it developed when I began working remotely during Covid? Too much time together? I don’t know but he will rouse himself from a deep slumber in another room to stop the madness if I write for too long.

He’s a peculiar little guy and quite set in his ways. All I know is that life is never dull around here!