Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)
1943-11-25 / 48. szám
VOL. XXVI. NOVEMBER 25, 1943 NO. 48. Thanksgiving is a time lor giving thanks for the blessings and gifts we have received during the past year írom the Creator of All. To some Thanksgiving will be a day not full of joy, but sorrow— caused by the absence of loved ones; for some are sleeping, in peace at last, in distant places, Africa, Sicily, Italy, the Aleutians, Kiska, the south Pacific islands, and many other lands; to others it will be a Thanksgiving, for though absent, their loved one is still among the living, on some foreign soil in various parts of the world. Parents will wonder if their boy will sit down to a table set with the goodies that only Mothers know how to prepare. Will they have roast turkey with plenty of stuffing, cranberry sauce, candied sweet potatoes, mince and pumpkin pie, and all the rest of the luscious food that goes to make up a palatable Thanksgiving feast? Or, will they have just a scant meal, prepared by the camp cook, (poor fellow, who is no match for Mother’s great culinary arts, and is threatened by all the boys in the regiment, if he doesn’t stop serving them “such chow”); hurriedly eaten, before going out on the fighting fronts? It is only natural that the boys’ thoughts should wander home — to the folks and friends, who can enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner prepared with the utmost care, fit for a king, and served in the dining room. Mentally, someone’s boy will picture his folks doing justice to the annual feast; and wonder if Dad helped Mom dress the turkey; if Sis made the usual cranberry sauce, using a scant amount of sugar this year; and if that little pest, related to him as a younger brother, ran the errands for Mother willingly; or did he have to be bribed to go to the corner grocery store? He can even visualize his family, after the hearty meal; there is Father seated comfortably in the big Morris chair, which Mother threatens to discard year after feet in the slippers Aunt Sue gave him last Christmas, his pipe filled with his favorite tobacco; with the newspaper in his hands, reading of the activities of the boys’ — his boy — in a foreign land. There is Mother, fran-CORRECTION The name of Ernest Kunstadt was omitted from the CONVENTION NOTES which was published in the Sepr. 30th issue of the English Section of the Verhovay Journal. We wish to make this correction now. Mr. Kunstadt was a delegate from Br. 164, Chicago, 111., and was elected for Alternate Member of the Auditing Committee. TO THE CONTRIBUTORS The English Section is published the SECOND and LAST Thursday of every month except when holidays intervene, and the Fridays IMMEDIATELY preceding them are the final dates. Contributions intended for the December 9th issue should be in before or on December 3rd. Address contribution to ENGLISH SECTION, VERHOVAY JOURNAL, 345 FOURTH AVENUE, PITTSBURGH. PA. Contributions should be typewritten, if possible; but handwritten contributions are also acceptable. Typewritten Articles: Use one side of paper only, and double space. Contributors please confine articles to 1000 to 1200 words. Handwritten Articles: Make handwriting as legible as possible. tically looking for her glasses, and finding them on the buffet, where she left them but a few minutes before. He can almost see Sis and her new boy friend, leaving for the neighborhood moving picture theatre just around the corner; _gnd that little pest, bringing in a crowd of his noisy friends. Oh, the mind is a wonderful storehouse, for it contains many memories of past events, which can be reviewed at will, from time to time, through the art of reminiscence — the ability to recollect past memorable experiences, which, somehow, help one to live through an unhappy period of time. In spite of chaotic world conditions, we have much to be thankful for. We have LIFE — health and the ability to work most precious gift of all, and toward bringing peace to all nations struggling under dictator yokes; we can work and earn a respectable living in a free country, where we can still enjoy freedom of speech and freedom of religion; and where we can still attain an education in schools that teach the humanities — characteristics and attributes that distinguish the human from other beings of a lower type in the scale of life. There are some people who behave so peculiarly, that it is a marvel they are still classed as human beings; for their instincts are so primitive, they are atavars — beings who have reverted to the uncivilized characters of our remote tree-and cave-dwelling ancestors. Yes, we have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving Day; for the privilege of living in a country that promulgates democracy; and whose leaders are ever striving to bring about a world-peace on this war-torn earth. In times of extreme adversities, we are endowed with the attribute of God — MERCY— without this gift we could not carry on. To the • God who brought All into being, we give sincere thanks for all the graces which we have received in the past from His most bountiful Hands. year, which he won’t allow; his THANKSGIVING PRAYER We owe it to the Pilgrims, Who, many years ago, trod — And made their home in our land, Under the guidance of God. They originated this great day, When they thanked God above, For food and shelter He gave them, To show them of His love. He’s in His Heaven up above, He’s still the very same Who watched o’er our great land When the Pilgrims came. So let us each and every one Bow our heads in prayer, On this great Thanksgiving day, And tell Him that we care. For food, clothing and shelter,----In these trying times we pray, And also send Him many thanks On this Thanksgiving Day. EMMA JENE EVANS, age 14, Pricedale, Penna. FOR THIS WE THANK THEE, LORD didn’t eat. If harvest were lean, you might not live through the winter. Upon your strength and skil, there hung the very life of your family. That was but a few decades ago, in America. How marvellously life insurance extends your strength and skill, to care for your family far beyond your death, you know. This miracle should be cause for our daily thanks.
