The Haggin Museum's collection includes this oil painting, "Barking Up the Wrong Turkey," by famed illustrator Joseph Leyendecker (1874-1951). The image became the cover of the November, 1926 Saturday Evening Post. Norman Rockwell donated the painting to The Haggin in 1954. Courtesy The Haggin Museum.
Mysteriously, my editor did not think a column about the impact of decreasing investment revenues on public employee pensions was a fitting subject for Thanksgiving.
So I wrote this.
But I left some stuff on the cutting room floor. Here it is.
• Hebert’s Meats in Louisiana claims to be the inventor of the turducken, a combination of turkey, duck and chicken.
• Mesoamerican peoples of present day Mexico were the first to domesticate the turkey. Mexican cuisine features many turkey recipes, reports history.com. “Turkey moles are especially popular in Oaxaca, with chocolate and pumpkin seeds adding a luscious flavor to the meat.”
I could not find a turkey mole in Stockton. The “house special” at Acapulco Gardens is chicken Mole. Anybody know of a turkey mole in Stockton?
• Writing in the New York Times, Arthur C. Brooks suggests you should add one more ingredient: gratitude for everything, even small things.
Brooks cites numerous recent scientific studies showing that gratitude causes your brain to make you happier.
“Be grateful for useless things,” Brooks advises. “It is relatively easy to be thankful for the most important and obvious parts of life — a happy marriage, healthy kids or living in America. But truly happy people find ways to give thanks for the little, insignificant trifles.”
• American patriots tried to move Plymouth Rock to Plymouth’s town square during the revolution of 1774. The rock fell off the wagon and broke in two.
• In its first year of publication, the Daily Record of Nov. 28, 1895 featured “Thanksgiving Reveries.” The prose of this piece unexpectedly degenerates from purple to black.
“Time in its relentless flight has ushered many happy Thanksgiving days into the closed past …” an editor wrote. “We recall, the kindly faces of those near and dear to us, who at some point in time gathered with us around the festive board.
“The kindly faces into which we gazed, the gentle hands which soothed away our pain are stilled in the unfathomed mystery of death,” the editor said, starting to sound like Edgar Allen Poe. “We fain would clasp again those hands in ours and hear those voices, but the tomb vouchsafes no explanation and we know that in the temporal body we shall never experience the satisfaction of longings.”
So happy Thanksgiving!