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By Yvonne Nyenhuis

Fri, Nov 22nd, 2013
Posted in All Commentary

Last month it was time to be “scared.” This month it’s time to be “thankful.” It’s November. I look out the window and watch the leaves fall. Each leaf is part of a mysterious pattern. It has its own time to leave the tree: whirls about caught by the wind and finds its designated place on the ground.

I see events in my life falling around me like the leaves. Recently Glenn and I lost a good friend. Marge Horihan left us to go to the spiritual world. Marge was part of our “family” at the White Front. Her pies were an epicurean delight. She made peach, apple, strawberry, plum, pecan and pumpkin as well as cream pies, coconut, banana, chocolate and her famous sour cream raisin which was sheer ambrosia.

October 1993 Glenn’s mother, who lived in Minneapolis, organized a bus tour for seniors at her neighborhood park. They drove to the White Front in Lanesboro for lunch after which they went “next door” to the theatre to see Tennessee William’s, “The Glass Menagerie”. We served them giant pork chops cooked slowly in a mushroom sauce, home-made applesauce, and a mint, pine-apple cottage cheese salad. We asked them ahead of time what they would like for dessert. The vote was unanimous. They wanted cream puffs! Marge made huge cream puffs filled with vanilla pudding and topped them with a double fudge sauce. When dessert was served, I heard a mighty roar from the back dining room. I peeked my head around the door from the kitchen in time to see our guests had risen to their feet and were clapping and shouting when the girls brought in the trays with the cream puffs. It was the first time I ever saw a “standing ovation” for a dessert!

One Saturday night we had an after theatre birthday party, for some folks from Iowa. The wife had requested a lemon meringue pie with a big candle in the middle. I asked Marge to come in at 5 p.m. to bake it. I had arranged a long table in the front dining room for 15.We lit the large candle and turned out the lights.There was a laud chorus singing “Happy Birthday Buster.” ( Yes his name was actually Buster!) Joining in song were members of the play’s cast and theatre goers. It was a jolly affair!

Perhaps the color that best exemplifies the month of November is blaze orange. Hunters rise in the early morning darkness, don their bright hats and jackets and head for the woods and fields. Around 10 a.m. they would show up at the White Front, cold and hungry, ready for hash-browns, eggs and sausage or our famous pancakes the size of a dinner plate! Hunting is an exhilarating experience. Hunters are able to escape from mundane, repetitive lives, and become a part of nature and the universe. They take pride in their skills and their ability to bring food to the table.

In the spirit of the season I did a painting of “The First Thanksgiving” which I unabashedly copied from a greeting card and hung on the wall. It was accompanied by this message.

“The First Thanksgiving”

“Our harvest being gotten in, our Governor sente four men out fowling, that so we might, after a more special manner, rejoice together after we had gathered the fruit of our labours. These four, in one day, killed as much fowl as, with a little help besides, served the company almost a week...many of the Indians coming amongst us. And although it be not always so plentiful as it was at this time with us, yet, by the goodness of God, we are so farr from wante that we often wish you partakers of our plentie.”

--Edward Winslow - Plymouth, Massachusetts, 1621

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