I am a Christian writer and speaker. I have authored or co-authored several books and my work has also appeared in numerous publications; magazines, anthologies,and devotionals including, Focus on the Family, The Upper Room, The Secret Place, David C Cook Company, Lifeway, Celebrate Life, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and many others. Visit my website at http://harrietemichael.com
“The Pilgrims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me;And yet it's very strange the way we think of them Thanksgiving day.”
I had practiced and practiced this poem by Annette Wynne. I was eight years
old and remember it like it was yesterday. I and my classmates were to recite
this poem in unison at the annual Thanksgiving dinner on the Ogbomoso compound.
Mine was a large class–we had three girls and two boys. Yes, that was large as
classes on this mission station went. My mother, always the seamstress, made us
Pilgrim outfits to wear. I remember donning that gray straight dress, tying my
white apron around my waist, placing the white bonnet over my hair and
smoothing the large square white collar that I had slipped over my neck. The
boys had tall cardboard hats painted black with gold construction paper buckles
glued on and large square cardboard gold colored buckles on their waists too. They held cardboard guns in their hands.
I was excited! It was my first taste of acting. Our poem went off without a hitch. So I suppose the acting debut for my
friends and me went well. But what I remember most about that evening is the
magical dinner under the African stars. Large tables had been set up on one of
the expansive lawns, still green from the recent season of rains. And there was
more food than I could have ever imagined! To a child of eight, it was a grand
adventure. There were tables and tables of tasteful delights! I ate till I
could not eat any more, stuffing myself with deviled eggs, olives, potato
salad, chicken, green beans, fresh tropical fruits, and deserts by the dozens.
I really cannot remember if we had turkey–it was Africa
in the 1960’s after all. But we certainly had food! The night was warm, the
fellowship sweet, and the food of course, was delicious! And I learned something
about myself that night. I am better at eating than acting.