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November 23, 2000 Thanksgiving Day The United States observes the fourth Thursday of November as Thanksgiving. Our first Thanksgiving was held in 1621 in Massachusetts by 50 Plymouth pilgrims and their 90 Wampanoag neighbors. Since then, Thanksgiving was held pretty randomly until it found its regular place on the fourth Thursday of November in 1941.Turkey is the traditional dish for the Thanksgiving feast, although there is no official reason for its use. It just happened to be the most plentiful meat available at the time of the first Thanksgiving, which set the precedence for the tradition. Other traditional Thanksgiving foods include stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, yams, and cranberries. I grew up eating Thanksgiving dinners at Aunty Keiko's house on the Big Island. As I look back upon my Thanksgiving holidays, I remember a familiar night of aunties, uncles, and cousins. Sometimes we played ping-pong, and sometimes we jumped on the trampoline, but otherwise we just talked story, and enjoyed a peaceful night over a wonderful dinner. I remember the year that Uncle Jimmy had a new electric saw-like knife to carve the turkey. And, as the years passed, my tastebuds grew accustomed to the foods that I originally didn't care for. Even through my four years away at college, I always came home to Aunty Keiko's for Thanksgiving. Then I went away to Japan, and missed Thanksgiving for two years. Not only that, but I found that the Japanese don't eat turkey! I was totally amazed. But, I also found out that they like it. So when my friends visit from Japan, my mom makes turkey for them. Last year, I went on a business trip to Japan on Thanksgiving Day, and missed it again. So this year's celebration was long overdue and sorely missed. We started at Uncle Milton's house, where my mom's brothers and sisters celebrate Thanksgiving on Oahu. My aunty decorated the house with festive tablecloths, leaves, and scented candles. We enjoyed a delicious dinner overlooking Diamond Head from Uncle Milton's new house atop St. Louis Heights. I had almost forgotten how wonderful Thanksgiving was! Then, as if that weren't enough, we had another dinner at my husband's family's house. Needless to say, we were as stuffed as a turkey...I haven't been back to Aunty Keiko's house for Thanksgiving in five years. My mom keeps me up-to-date with all the new faces that come with our growing family. Although I miss the familiar Thanksgiving of my childhood, I had fun this year, although I still hope to return to Aunty Keiko's one day...
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