Может быть, вновь придет время, когда любовь в Диаспаре перестанет быть совершенно бесплодной. Не было ли это как раз тем, подумал Элвин, чего ему вечно не хватало в городе, тем, что он искал на самом деле.
Теперь он понимал, что насытив свою волю, честолюбие и любознательность, он по-прежнему испытывал сердечную тоску. Никто не жил по-настоящему, не познав того синтеза любви и желания, о существовании которого он даже не задумывался, пока не попал в Лис. Он прошел по планетам Семи Солнц - первый человек, сделавший это за миллиард лет.
On Thanksgiving Day, we recall the courageous and inspiring journey of the Pilgrims who, nearly four centuries ago, ventured across the vast ocean to flee religious persecution and establish a home in the New World. They faced illness, harsh conditions, and uncertainty, as they trusted in God for a brighter future. The more than 100 Pilgrims who arrived at Plymouth, Massachusetts, on the Mayflower, instilled in our Nation a strong faith in God that continues to be a beacon of hope to all Americans. Thanksgiving Day is a time to pause and to reflect, with family and friends, on our heritage and the sacrifices of our forebearers who secured the blessings of liberty for an independent, free, and united country.
After surviving a frigid winter and achieving their first successful harvest in 1621, the Pilgrims set aside 3 days to feast and give thanks for God’s abundant mercy and blessings. Members of the Wampanoag tribe who had taught the Pilgrims how to farm in New England and helped them adjust and thrive in that new land shared in the bounty and celebration. In recognition of that historic event, President George Washington, in 1789, issued a proclamation declaring the first national day of thanksgiving. He called upon the people of the United States to unite in rendering unto God our sincere and humble gratitude “for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country” and “the favorable interpositions of his Providence.” President Abraham Lincoln revived this tradition as our fractured Nation endured the horrors of the Civil War. Ever since, we have set aside this day to give special thanks to God for the many blessings, gifts, and love he has bestowed on us and our country.
This Thanksgiving, as we gather in places of worship and around tables surrounded by loved ones, in humble gratitude for the bountiful gifts we have received, let us keep in close memory our fellow Americans who have faced hardship and tragedy this year. In the spirit of generosity and compassion, let us joyfully reach out in word and deed, and share our time and resources throughout our communities. Let us also find ways to give to the less fortunate whether it be in the form of sharing a hearty meal, extending a helping hand, or providing words of encouragement.
We are especially reminded on Thanksgiving of how the virtue of gratitude enables us to recognize, even in adverse situations, the love of God in every person, every creature, and throughout nature. Let us be mindful of the reasons we are grateful for our lives, for those around us, and for our communities. We also commit to treating all with charity and mutual respect, spreading the spirit of Thanksgiving throughout our country and across the world.
Today, we particularly acknowledge the sacrifices of our service members, law enforcement personnel, and first responders who selflessly serve and protect our Nation. This Thanksgiving, more than 200,000 brave American patriots will spend the holiday overseas, away from their loved ones. Because of the men and women in uniform who volunteer to defend our liberty, we are able to enjoy the splendor of the American life. We pray for their safety, and for the families who await their return.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim Thursday, November 22, 2018, as a National Day of Thanksgiving. I encourage all Americans to gather, in homes and places of worship, to offer a prayer of thanks to God for our many blessings.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand eighteen, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-third.
DONALD J. TRUMP
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Give thanks this year over a fantastic feast prepared by Gerard Craft and his talented team at Cinder House at Four Seasons Hotel St. Louis. The James Beard Award-winning chef creates traditional favorites as well as only-at-Cinder House fare.
Enjoy the flavors of fall with a bountiful buffet on the 8th floor that includes the following highlights:
The Thanksgiving Day Buffet is available on Thursday, November 22, 2018 from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm. Pricing is USD 95 per person, USD 30 for children aged 5 to 12 and free for children aged 4 and under. Reservations can be made by calling +1 314 881 5759.
For USD 320, at-home hosts can take advantage of Chef Craft’s Thanksgiving To Go option that serves 10 people. The menu includes a whole roasted or smoked free-range turkey prepared with traditional herb stuffing. Sauces and sides include cranberry sauce, giblet-sage gravy, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, roasted vegetables, brown butter mashed potatoes, green beans with crispy onions, a loaf of sourdough bread and choice of two desserts from among pumpkin pie, pecan pie, cherry cobbler or cranberry ricotta cheesecake. Call +1 314 881 5759 to order by November 15, 2018.
“We wanted to highlight all the classic Thanksgiving fare, but also give guests a look at our inspirations from South American cuisine at Cinder House. With dishes like our wood-fired turkey, yucca and pork belly hash and Dia’s desserts, guests have an opportunity to try something new this Thanksgiving. You’ll also get a glimpse into my family’s Thanksgiving traditions. I make the giblet and leek bread pudding every year, and it’s always a favorite so it will be fun to share some of those traditions with our Cinder House guests – either at the restaurant or in their homes.”
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This post is part of a collaborative narrative series composed of my writing and Chris Arnade's photos exploring issues of addiction, poverty and prostitution in Hunts Point, Bronx. For more on the series, look here.
This year, I invited people from Hunts Point, Bronx to my Queens apartment for Thanksgiving. Michael, a homeless transsexual heroin addict, alone, came.
Twenty-four hours after Thanksgiving dinner, I found myself staring into my fridge with its leftover mac 'n cheese and green bean casserole, crying.
I extended holiday offers to several people from Hunts Point, people who have become friends over this past year. I was happy to take whoever would come. Two days ago, Jen, a prostitute, texted me and declined for herself and her pimp, Charlie, saying that she was sick, that she couldn't make it. Sick, not scared or uncomfortable.
My text with Jen. Me in green, her in white.
Another Jennifer, a crack addict, said she was cooking a big meal for her family, that she was working the streets to save money for all the food. Food, not drugs.
Jennifer on Thanksgiving Eve. Photo courtesy of Chris Arnade.
In this manner, Thanksgiving invitations and promised appearances dwindled to only Michael from the neighborhood.
Initially, my concern, selfishly, was for me. I had vague peripheral worries -- what if Michael stole something? what if he brought drugs to the house? what if he freaked out the non-Hunts Point folks at the dinner table?
Today, I found nothing stolen, not that I'd mind so much if I did. Michael did shoot heroin inside the apartment. He and my normal-life friends talked New York and made jokes, perhaps out of deference to me, me who wanted it to work so badly.
Thanksgiving didn't happen like I thought it would happen. It didn't go smoothly with a ramshackle and awkward mix of people.
My friends and I were cooking the turkey when Michael entered the house, escorted by Chris Arnade who had driven from Brooklyn to lend a ride. The slight 5'1" man was weighed down with bags fastened by knots. He abandoned his cargo in the hallway and ate a proffered red velvet cupcake, lamenting the difficulty he had found copping drugs, before shirking away to shoot up in my bathroom. My friends, warned as they had been, exchanged glances. Chris and I went to observe the drug use.
Michael after shooting up in my bathroom. Photo courtesy of Chris Arnade.
After his hit, Michael overturned his bag on the tiled bathroom floor, a cascade of travel-sized bottles to sort. He gave me "Being Sexy" hair gel. I gave him a pair of socks.
Michael sorting. Photo courtesy of Chris Arnade.
I offered him a shower and handed him a towel. (It wasn't the food he really wanted, it was the shower.) He came out of the bathroom nothing short of two-and-a-half hours later, after having turned it into a spa. His hair was the cleanest I've seen it, soft brown tresses past his shoulders. He opened the bathroom door to call me for a once-over before presenting himself at dinner: fresh makeup, thick mascara and dangling earrings. "Do I look like a total prostitute?" He was proud.
He looked beautiful.
Over his two plates of dinner, he and my friends joined in to make fun of me: they talked fashion, labels about which I knew little. Afterwards, we ate dessert, played Candyland and watched Edward Scissorhands on my couch. Michael painted his nails purple-grey then fell asleep against my shoulder, legs curled. It felt sweet, routine; absurd to how I see him every day on the streets.
I packed food in tupperware for him to take back, for others he saw, for himself later. Before returning with Chris, he commented on how quiet my street was, how nice a neighborhood.
Yesterday was wonderful, probably my best Thanksgiving ever. That's what I want to say. In reality, I don't know if what I did was good. I thought it was something small I could do, to offer food to those I consider my friends. But by reaching out in such an intimate way to those in Hunts Point, did I unintentionally create discomfort, or lend a look into how life could be, only to snatch it away? Was it a selfish thing (me with my house and shower) to have done, to appease my own guilt of having a Thanksgiving dinner, my way of coping with the supreme inequalities that exist ten minutes from my apartment? I wonder if Michael came along to appease Chris and I, a small sacrifice to make us happy. I should have recognized the difficulty he, and others I invited, faced beforehand, but in my excitement, I didn't. Now, I can only hope the day didn't make him miserable.
Those struggling with addiction and ensconced in poverty have needs that often run in opposition to one another: housing and stability, freedom and self-awareness, an environment that won't enable drug use. Besides encouraging rehab and detox, perhaps we who work with them can never know exactly what we can do to help, offer no sure-fire life balm. Maybe positive help is an offer of companionship on a holiday. Maybe it's a shower. Maybe it's driving food to Hunts Point. Maybe it's simply being a friend who visits the neighborhood to hear everyday stories.
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Nancy White Carlstrom is the author of more than fifty books for children, including nine other titles in the Jesse Bear series, Who Said Boo?, and Wild Wild.
Nancy White Carlstrom is the author of more than fifty books for children, including nine other titles in the Jesse Bear series, Who Said Boo?, and Wild Wild Sunflower Child Anna. Ms. Carlstrom lives in Fairbanks, Alaska, with her husband, David, and their two son, Jesse and Josh. And while the olive too far away for frequent visits with their family, they enjoy traveling to see their family as often as possible.
R. W. Alley has illustrated more than fifty children's books that include Thanksgiving Day at Our House by Nancy White Carlstrom and Mrs. Brown on Exhibit by Susan Katz. He is currently working on several series, including Paddington Bear by Michael Bond, Detective Dinosaur by James Skofield, and the Know-Nothings by Michele Sobel Spirn. He resides in Barrington, Rhode Island.
PreSchool-Grade 2-Presenting the holiday from a child's point of view, the book begins the day before Thanksgiving with three poems set at school. A group of children dress as Native Americans, Pilgrims, and turkeys to provide a little historical background. Once home, preparations begin in earnest. The house and yard are tidied, family members start to arrive, and the cooking commences. Listening to grandma's stories, participating in a small-scale Thanksgiving parade, playing charades, and enjoying a good meal are all part of this family's celebration. Although the poems are primarily cheerful, a "Prayer for Others" is included as a reminder that not everyone will take part in such a plentiful feast. However, it is paired with "Thank You God for Bugs," which does detract somewhat from its serious message. Alley's illustrations make the book. Humorous touches abound, greatly enlivening the text. As the children prepare for the Thanksgiving play, their costumes are falling off, losing pieces, and tripping them up. Two birds on a branch seen through a window are adorned with an Indian headdress and a Pilgrim hat. As the play begins, the turkeys get tangled and a stray pumpkin flies off into the audience. The book ends on just the right note with a "Goodnight Prayer." Pass the pumpkin pie, dig in, and enjoy!-Lucinda Snyder Whitehurst, St. Christopher's School, Richmond, VA
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