cj Sez: Since we won’t be together for the Thanksgiving Day holiday . . .
In the Did You Know Department:
In 1621, the Plymouth
colonists from England and the Native
American Wampanoag people shared an autumn harvest feast that is
acknowledged as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies.
For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were
celebrated by individual colonies and states.
It wasn’t until 1863, in the
midst of the Civil
War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a
national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.
“As an annual celebration of the harvest and its bounty, Thanksgiving falls under a category of festivals that spans cultures,
continents, and millennia. In ancient times, the Egyptians, Greeks and Romans
feasted
and paid tribute to their gods after the fall harvest. Thanksgiving also bears
a resemblance to the ancient Jewish harvest festival of Sukkot.
Finally, historians have noted that Native Americans had a
rich tradition of commemorating the fall harvest with feasting and merrymaking
long before Europeans set foot on America's shores.”
(Excerpted from: https://www.history.com/topics/thanksgiving/history-of-thanksgiving
)
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Doubters, this post from Wrangling the Doubt Monster: Fighting Fears,
Finding Inspiration (Bancroft Press, 2025) by Amy L. Bernstein offers hope
on how to deal with those negative thoughts.
“What do we have here?
A doubter’s manifesto. An article of affirmation. An artist
who says: I see you.
The hope is you see yourself, realize you are not alone,
learn that doubt is not your assassin.”
Click the following link to read the post:
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Okay, that’s it for
today. You-all guys keep on keeping on, and I’ll try to do the same. Raising
prayers for a happy and safe you and yours.
cj
Tis the season for holiday shopping but forget Amazon. The
best gifts are closer than you think (think your local indie bookstores), and books
are gifts that don’t need charging and keep on giving. To order a book by any author and support an indie
bookstore, contact The Haunted Bookshop here: https://www.thehauntedbookshopmobile.com/contact-us
Blatant Self Promotion: Here are a few books to put on your shopping
list. The stories in these Christmas anthologies may have a holiday theme, but
each one is a year-round enjoyable read.
You’ll find 70
stories written by adults recounting their extraordinary childhood Christmas
memories.
My story, written
under my maiden name of Marilyn Olsein, is titled “Dancing with Daddy,” and
relates how six-year-old me reconnected with my Swedish father after a thousand-mile,
years-long separation.
The anthology is available on Kindle.
Finally Home
This anthology gifts
you with eight Christmas stories, all about our four-legged friends and the
special people who rescue them. From funny, to sad, to romantic, there’s
something here to tug at everyone’s heart strings.
In “Puppy Love,” I
write a tale about a woman who is passionate about giving abandoned kittens a
second chance at happiness. My character’s carefully curated life is disrupted
when she becomes a foster hu-mom to a puppy with an amputated leg. Then she is
surprised by an even harder challenge when the man who broke her heart asks for
a second chance, too.
My fast-paced novels,
The Dawgstar and Death on the Yampa, are available on Amazon or
through your favorite e-Tailer and bookstore.
Nota bene: Angela
Trigg, the RITA Award-winning author and owner of The Haunted Book Shop has a
few signed copies of my paperback books in stock. TO ORDER, contact: https://www.thehauntedbookshopmobile.com/contact-us
P.S.: Pop on over to
my Amazon Central Author Page for links to anthologies in which I have a short
story.
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