Somehow I feel the spirit of Thanksgivings past, the reasons for my thankfulness, to remember the beginnings warms my heart. ❤
Beyond my first loves God, my family, and friends, I savor as much of life as I can. Grateful to still be a living participant.
Art is another person’s concept and skill, what is in their minds
eye, and heart. On occasion a painting or drawing walks into my heart to stay. At these times something of how I see and feel is expressed by someone of the same spirit.
I give you Harvey Dunn from South Dakota, a tiny sample of his art (1884 to 1952):
“In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today 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.”