Martin Luther

After making forty tomato halves ready for their two to three hour stint in the oven, I sat down to wait for the paper. Since it is snowy outside the paper was later than usual. It is promised for seven but usually comes earlier. It is now 6:56 am and my cat and I are anxious about the well fare of our friendly paper person who works on the paper all day and delivers papers at this horrible hour. My book, which I had taken yesterday to read with my breakfast 'THE PAINTED VEIL BY Somerset Maugham' was still in my purse and when you get to my age, getting up and down from your chair, is not something you do willy nilly. So I sat there thinking of Thanksgiving times of the past. 

In Sweden that is an unknown holiday. We had a holiday around the same time of year with equal big stir in the kitchen. It was Martin Luther's birthday. The lutheran religion is the state supported religion. People are free to join any church but then they must help support that that body. What caused the big stir in the kitchen? Everyone must cook a goose. I never had a goose dinner when I was growing up. Nor did I ever have a turkey dinner. Kalkon Must have been the size of our oven in our wood heated stove. It was difficult to keep a steady heat for that many hours. It was a school holiday, it was the beginning of the voting for the Stockholm Lucia, and it was the beginning of all the secrets connected with Christmas. And now I hear the paper being attached to the door handle. Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.