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Thanksgiving

England’s king was disobeyed by Puritans to abandon their faith. On the Mayflower ship they sailed through Atlantic ocean waves. On November 1620 a hundred two Puritans came to the shores of America. Two months lasted their voyage. They set sail soon again and they landed on December on the Plymouth Harbor beach, where the nation had begun. Harsh was the winter of that year, only half of them survived, helped by Cape Cod’s corn stored by Indians in the sand. With them, Indians made a peace treaty, helped the Pilgrims to survive in the wilderness, taught them how to hunt, because Pilgrims were townspeople. Being thankful to the Indians Pilgrims have invited them to the Harvest Feast, which for us became Thanksgiving. As we gather at the table to eat turkey, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes… We celebrate and talk about the past as the Indians and the Pilgrims did. © A. R.Wielgus 2014

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