Understanding the Thanksgiving Tradition
Whether one is Pilgrim or Indian, there is a place at the table for them on Thanksgiving, I explained to Cici yesterday. She was curious as to why we had another guest joining us at our home for our Thanksgiving meal.
The story I told her is rather convoluted.
Two Cuban children were brought to America by their respective families shortly after Castro took control of Cuba. The families eventually settled in Chicago. The two children met when they were teenagers, and the girl made an entry in her diary: Today I met the boy who I will marry someday.
That young man and woman did in fact marry some years later. He became a surgeon, and she became a lawyer. They had no children and the marriage didn't last. After they divorced, they both married again. The doctor married a nurse. They had a child. The marriage didn't last. The child ended up bouncing here and there, essentially feeling unwanted, while her father married again and had more children with his third wife.
The surgeon had a successful medical practice; too successful, as it turned out. He was arrested, charged, convicted, and sent to prison for medicare fraud and other crimes. He was doing surgery on patients who didn't need surgery. Recently the doctor was diagnosed as having brain cancer, so he is dying in prison.
The daughter is now 25 years old and alone in the world. She lives in Austin, Texas, where my son attends college. The first wife of the doctor is the sister of my son's mother. In other words, she is my son's aunt, and she has somehow established contact with the "forgotten" daughter of her long ago ex-husband who is dying in prison. One of her sisters died of brain cancer just a few years ago, so she has been through what this young lady is going through today.
So my son has been asked by his aunt to drive this young lady to Houston for Thanksgiving. My son and his mother (my ex) and her husband are joining Ping and Cici and me for Thanksgiving in our second annual Thanksgiving celebration as an extended family. My son's aunt and her husband are joining us this year as well. They are my former brother and sister in law, so I know them well. It is at their request that the young lady from Austin will join us for Thanksgiving, I explained to Cici.
I think that was more American history than Cici wanted to learn in one day.
The story I told her is rather convoluted.
Two Cuban children were brought to America by their respective families shortly after Castro took control of Cuba. The families eventually settled in Chicago. The two children met when they were teenagers, and the girl made an entry in her diary: Today I met the boy who I will marry someday.
That young man and woman did in fact marry some years later. He became a surgeon, and she became a lawyer. They had no children and the marriage didn't last. After they divorced, they both married again. The doctor married a nurse. They had a child. The marriage didn't last. The child ended up bouncing here and there, essentially feeling unwanted, while her father married again and had more children with his third wife.
The surgeon had a successful medical practice; too successful, as it turned out. He was arrested, charged, convicted, and sent to prison for medicare fraud and other crimes. He was doing surgery on patients who didn't need surgery. Recently the doctor was diagnosed as having brain cancer, so he is dying in prison.
The daughter is now 25 years old and alone in the world. She lives in Austin, Texas, where my son attends college. The first wife of the doctor is the sister of my son's mother. In other words, she is my son's aunt, and she has somehow established contact with the "forgotten" daughter of her long ago ex-husband who is dying in prison. One of her sisters died of brain cancer just a few years ago, so she has been through what this young lady is going through today.
So my son has been asked by his aunt to drive this young lady to Houston for Thanksgiving. My son and his mother (my ex) and her husband are joining Ping and Cici and me for Thanksgiving in our second annual Thanksgiving celebration as an extended family. My son's aunt and her husband are joining us this year as well. They are my former brother and sister in law, so I know them well. It is at their request that the young lady from Austin will join us for Thanksgiving, I explained to Cici.
I think that was more American history than Cici wanted to learn in one day.
Sometimes I think I need a diagram when you discuss this stuff! LOL!
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I think Cici must have done a diagram in her head, Smitty, because last night she explained it to Ping in a single sentence with no hesitation and no stopping to think. Maybe that explains how she understands geometry and algebra so easily.
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