Thanksgiving was extra special this year for three reasons: My sister Constance, my daughter Bea, and Bea’s friend Beata.
Beata is from Poland, and it was intriguing to see our home…
…through her eyes.
The week flew by, as packed with good stuff as a holiday fruitcake. We took a hike at Discovery Park.
It was cold, but sunny, and we enjoyed watching eagles…
…and other wildlife.
We explored Fremont, a quirky neighborhood of Seattle, and got an eyeful of art, from the giant Troll under the Aurora Bridge….
…to “Waiting for the Interurban.”
We also took in free samples at Theo’s chocolate factory, but officially ate at Cafe Turko. Thom survived Ali Nazik the Fire, a spicy eggplant dish ‘Drizzling with smoky heat…’ which qualifies him for membership in the Ali Nazik Fan Club.
One night Beata and Bea cooked homemade pierogi.
They were as scrumptious as they looked!
This was Beata’s first American Thanksgiving. We told her everyone in America dresses up, as on Halloween, but in pilgrim costumes. We scoured thrift stores for wooden plates, pewter mugs, and Constance bought a clunker sewing machine for $15.
Then she sewed aprons and collars that looked great with white shirts, dark skirts and vests.
On Thanksgiving, guests who needed help with a costume went downstairs and came back looking like a pilgrim.
We turned out the twinkle lights and ate…
…in a world lit only by fire.
My dear friend, storyteller and harpist Mary Dessein, capped off the evening with stories and song.
Is this what the world looked like through pilgrim eyes?
Beata told us afterwards that she’d seen too many American holiday movies to believe everyone in America celebrates Thanksgiving in costume, but she did say she thought this was probably more fun. I’m thankful for so many things, but to have twenty-five friends happy to dress up as pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day, well, that’s the gravy! And now that we have a collection of pilgrim outfits, I think we might just do it every year!
All words and images ©2015 Naomi Baltuck