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The First Thanksgiving From A Soul(e) Who Was There

The First Thanksgiving From A Soul(e) Who Was There

Thanksgiving took on a new meaning this year when I found out that my family is related to Mayflower passenger George Soule. 
I had no idea that my mother's side of the family, specifically my grandmother's limb of the tree, had many patriots who played an integral part in shaping and defending our new country.

I have been working on my family tree for years now and it was a long and tedious process until I became able to speak with those passed over. It's exciting to speak to someone long gone then see them in your tree, or have someone come forward that you have been looking for to fill in some blanks and they are able to give you information that you would never find the conventional way.

I did speak with George Soule on the anniversary of the signing of the Mayflower Compact, which was the document the Pilgrims drafted on November 11, 1620. Its purpose was to maintain order and establish a civil society.

These are the signers of the Compact. You will notice two things:

All of the signers are male. Women had no rights at this time.
One of the signers is EDWARD LEISTER. I never noticed his name before on this document! Leister is my ex-husband's name so I will have to do some research to see if he is related. Wow.

John Carver
Edward Tilly
Digery Priest
William Bradford
John Tilly
Thomas Williams
Edward Winslow
Francis Cooke
Gilbert Winslow
William Brewster
Thomas Rogers
Edmund Margeson
Isaac Allerton
Thomas Tinker
Peter Brown
Miles Standish
John Rigdale
Richard Bitteridge
John Alden
Edward Fuller
George Soule
Samuel Fuller
John Turner
Richard Clark
Christopher Martin
Francis Eaton
Richard Gardiner
William Mullins
James Chilton
John Allerton
William White
John Craxton
Thomas English
Richard Warren
John Billington
Edward Doten
John Howland
Moses Fletcher
Edward Leister
Stephen Hopkins
John Goodman

What follows is the conversation I had with George about the first Thanksgiving. Amazing that we can hear about this momentous occasion in time from a soul that was there.

Rene’ "Hi George, do you have time to talk?"
George "What is time?"
Rene’ "That’s funny, I keep forgetting you don’t have time there. Ok George, it is almost Thanksgiving here. I would like to offer a story about the first Thanksgiving and you are the only Pilgrim I know. Can you help with this?"
George "I would be honored to assist you in the venture. What do you want to know?"
Rene' "So much, I am fascinated with your adventures. I guess it’s also the fact that we are related that makes it all the more important. I want our descendants to know who they are related to. I am proud to be related to you George. I am honored that you choose to speak with me. I want to know what you can tell me. I want to know what you and the others went through that first Thanksgiving."
George "We didn’t realize that what we were doing would spark such an honorable place in history. We were just trying to get along with the Indians and we thought if we tried to befriend them, it would be better than each of us trying to kill the other. There had already been too much bloodshed. There was plenty of room for us all. We can live in harmony. We just have to take the first step. We met with them and they agreed to sit down and have peace talks. Then we had a party and invited them to break bread with us. That is how it happened."
Rene’ "What was your role in this?"
George "None really, I was the servant of Edward Winslow, he paid for my passage and in return, I was contracted to work for 7 years and pay a portion of what I received for coming here. I remember much ado at the camp. The women were cooking and the men were hunting game for a feast to celebrate peace with the Indians."
Rene’ "Did the Indians bring any food"
George "Yes, they brought corn and squash and rabbit."
Rene’ "Tell me what it was like sitting at the table sharing a meal with people who had been trying to kill you."
George "It was scary at first but then they seemed ok and we relaxed and several of the townspeople made jokes or told funny stories about how they had no idea what they were doing in this place. They had no experience living off the land and the Indians offered to teach us and we agreed to mind our boundaries. They had set up boundaries that were supposed to be respected, no hunting or trespassing.
Rene’ What else did you do at dinner?"
George "After dinner there was entertainment, we played the harmonica and sang and danced. The Indians played the drums and did the same. I think we all realized from this dinner that we were the same. Different but the same. They were not savages just out to kill, they were defending what they felt was theirs and we were taking it away. When we talked to them and explained that we would buy the land from them, they felt better and we were able to live in peace."
Rene’ "Can you tell me any words that were spoken by the Indians or your group as a prayer or blessing?"
George "The Alderman spoke before the meal and he wished upon the souls that landed in this New World that we found a way to live in harmony with the Indians, whose lands we encroached on. He hoped there would be a compromise. The Indians representative spoke for them and said that the white man had done a terrible thing, encroaching on the Indian land and killing their animals. They understood that the white man didn’t expect to have these privileges for nothing and they offered a barter to the Indians. The Indians accepted their offer and wanted to live peacefully as they were before the white man came. There was merriment and drinking of alcoholic beverages. Some got drunk and there was a camaraderie among those Indians and settlers alike that were typical of consuming alcohol."
Rene’ "Can you tell me what you ate?"
George "What a meal. Rabbit, deer, wild pig, chicken, turkey, squirrel, potatoes, corn, beans, biscuits. We also traded home brews with them, theirs was much better than ours.
Rene’ What was your job?"
George "I was indentured for only 3 years of 7. I received some land and became a farmer, as were most."
Rene’ "Thank you so much for speaking with me, I will make a proper article about your event."
George "Bless you."

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I Get So Emotional Baby

I Get So Emotional Baby

I've been so emotional lately. I think it's a combination of the state of the world and the state of my life.

I have had to let go of good friends this year. My sweet kitty Cadee, only six years old, developed incurable cancer. My grandpup Gage was only eight but developed kidney failure.

I am watching my 90-year-old father wither away from Alzheimer's and my wonderful, beautiful aunt is only 79 but is showing cognitive decline.

My family is moving six hours away.

I am losing my girlish figure and looks.

My President is losing the election for his second term.

I could go on...

What now?

You, meaning me, have a choice. Sit around and cry all over your blog post or pull up your big girl pants and get on with it. Easier said than done. I prefer to do a little of both. We all have our own process and timing. I will remember the things that make me sad but as time goes on they won't sting as much. I am not ashamed to admit that sometimes a good cry lets the pain out.

I have found that it helps me to remember that things are as they should be. The Universe has a plan. We are only actors in the play of life. What happens is part of that play and like or not we are not going to change the outcome, no matter how hard we beg and plead and make promises to God that we will never fulfill. It is what it is and we should be thankful for the experiences we have, good or bad because they are part of our journey. It is up to us to move past our emotions to the place where we understand and accept destiny. This doesn't mean that we ignore our feelings and be strong. It is important that we acknowledge our sadness and mourn our loss. Then move on. Don't think that you aren't allowed to be sad. It is not a weakness, it is a normal human emotion. It is part of the healing process.

Give yourself a break and if you need to take time to have that moment in the car when you hear a sad song, go for it. There is no shame in acknowledging your feelings.

If you find that you are sad and can't seem to get past it, you may want to speak to someone who can help you put things in perspective. Asking for help is nothing to be ashamed of. Knowing that you need help and being too proud to ask for it is a hard way to live.

Life is hard enough without the burden of being unhappy and finding no relief or resolution.

There are many resources for help. Your doctor can help you find the right resource for assistance. Or a friend, teacher, co-worker, clergy. Reach out, don't bury your head in the sand, and hope it will go away.

Good luck and God Bless.