The turkey, dressing, and sweet potato casserole have been consumed. The football games have been watched (or slept through). Distance has been socially maintained.
It’s time for a return to normal. And leftovers.
Simply because he’s my favorite Regency era artist, and the subject hearkened back to last week’s feastings in the United States, this week it’s time to check out James Gillray.
From The Met’s description: Napoleon Bonaparte, declared emperor of France in 1804, and the English statesman William Pitt sit across a dining table, each carving out a piece from a plum pudding in the shape of the world. The diminutive Napoleon, rising from his seat in order to reach the table, hungrily takes Europe while Pitt carves a large slice of ocean, illustrating the respective areas of power in the ongoing war between Britain and France.
The observance of Thanksgiving occurs this week, that uniquely American holiday commemorating the harvest festival of some of our country’s first immigrants, the Pilgrims, in 1621. The holiday falls each year on the fourth Thursday of November.
Believe it or not, I found a Regency slang term that fits the holiday – barely – and only because food is involved.
A roasted turkey garnished with sausages; the garnish represents the gold chain worn by alderman magistrates.
My family descends from two pilgrims who made that dangerous trip on the Mayflower to Plymouth, Massachusetts in 1620. William “Elder” Brewster, the pastor of the colonists, was one of the original Separatists (as they were named by King James I) who fled – in a dress, mind you – to Holland to escape religious persecution. Brewster secured employment teaching English at the University of Leiden. He, along with other Separatists, secured a printing press, and printed religious books and pamphlets to send back to England. After ten years in exile but still in precarious political and social circumstances should they return home to English soil, the group decided to send an initial band of settlers to America to establish a colony. To me, evidence of my ancestor’s situation and convictions are tellingly revealed in the names of his children: daughters Love, Fear, Patience, and sole surviving son, Wrestling.
Perhaps the lawmen the pilgrim Separatists fled from were so bedecked as the Regency era slang Alderman, though likely not with actual sausages.
I am also related to John Howland, the pilgrim most famously remembered for having fallen off the Mayflower during a powerful storm. Thankfully for my family, and the families of my very-distant cousins President Franklin D. Roosevelt, both Presidents Bush, poet Ralph Waldo Emerson and actor Humphrey Bogart, Howland was able to grab the topsail halyards, which allowed the ship’s crew enough time to rescue him with a boat-hook. He came to Plymouth as the servant to John Carver, the first governor of the colony and author of the Mayflower Compact. Howland was described by William Bradford as a “lusty young man,” but he was a valued member of the colony who signed the Compact and lived in Plymouth for over fifty years.
One could say our family comes from an august line of cross-dressers and clumsy hot-heads.
Thanksgiving to most Americans means a dinner table laden with turkey and all the trimmings, surrounded by family and friends, followed by an afternoon of football and intermittent naps. This year, a certain virus-that-shall-not-be-named has changed the landscape of most celebrants’ holiday, but hopefully our hearts can still be full of gratitude.
For those who have survived, possibly battered and bruised, the year is nearly over. The flipping of a calendar page won’t magically cure all our ills, but a new year has traditionally signaled new beginnings, so mayhap many will find more good than bad in the coming months.
For those who have lost things of value this year, I pray even a small gathering, whether in-person or virtual, will bring some measure of comfort and solace.
If you know nothing of the American holiday of Thanksgiving, or have the need to feel the warm fuzzies, I present the following for your delectation: This is America, Charlie Brown – The Mayflower Voyagers. YouTube/new owner Apple has made the uploader break down the video into multiple parts, so be prepared for lots of clicking.
Exhaustive information about my ancestors – and all pilgrim Separatists – culled from Mayflower History and years of attending annual Mayflower Society meetings with the female members of my family each November.