Mary E. Knowlton - 1904
Here is a pumpkin, fluted, golden,
Written o'er with customs olden
Out of bygone days.
Cinderella's ancient glory,
Sung in song and told in story,
Suits its yellow blaze.
Tables at the first Thanksgiving,
When colonial dames where living,
Shewed its golden sheer.
Still it smiles a friendly greeting
At the happy family meeting
On the feast-day dear
Christmas rooms are gay with holly,
Christmas sees the merry folly
of the mistletoe.
Easter lilies, pure and stately,
In the springtime bloom sedately,
When soft breezes blow.
Autumn dressed the woods in splendor;
But their colors, rich and tender,
All have passed away.
Now the pumpkin, ripe and mellow,
Keeps a tint of Autumn's yellow
For Thanksgiving Day.
I am actually attempting a dish for today's meal with the family: Sweet Potato Casserole with Sweet Crumble Topping. I am nervous because Juannie is working and I will be going it alone using the new stove and oven for which we are very thankful. I am also thankful that my beloved cousin, Sharon, arrives tomorrow for a visit with Cassady!