When all were fed to bursting, they settled back to enjoy a ballgame between the Redskins and Cowboys.
Then the genocidal mayhem began.
We have only one source for the events of 1621 Plymouth, sometime between September 21 or 22 when a group of Plymouth men returned from Massachusetts, and November 9 when the ship Fortune arrived. Pilgrim Edward Winslow wrote a letter dated December 11, 1621 to a friend in England. Winslow wrote -
"Our Corne did proue well, & God be praysed, we had a good increase of Indian Corne, and our Barly indifferent good, but our Pease not worth the gathering, for we feared they were too late sowne, they came vp very well, and blossomed, but the Sunne parched them in the blossome; our harvest being gotten in, our Governour sent foure men on fowling, that so we might after a more speciall manner reioyce together, after we had ..."Whoa! That's too hard to read. Coming from England, you'd think the Pilgrims could write English. A modern translation is easier -
Our corn did prove well, and, God be praised, we had a good increase of Indian corn, and our barley indifferent good, but our peas not worth the gathering, for we feared they were too late sown. They came up very well, and blossomed, but the sun parched them in the blossom.Then the genocidal mayhem began?
Our harvest being gotten in, our governor [William Bradford] sent four men on fowling, that so we might after a special manner rejoice together after we had gathered the fruit of our labors. They four in one day killed as much fowl as, with a little help beside, served the company almost a week. At which time, among other recreations, we exercised our Arms [fired guns in target shooting], many of the Indians coming amongst us, and among the rest their greatest king Massasoit, with some ninety men, whom for three days we entertained and feasted, and they went out and killed five deer, which they brought to the plantation and bestowed upon our governor, and upon the captain [of the Fortune or of the militia is not clear], and others. 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 far from want that we often wish you partakers of our plenty.
Well, no. Although the liberal history rewriters would have us believe the first Thanksgiving was just to fatten-up the
In this one year, 1621, white Europeans and Northeast Indians got together for several days of eating, sleeping, talking, playing, and a general good time. Of all the horrible things both peoples did to one another, this one event should be celebrated as the ideal that was seldom, if ever, duplicated. It was a rare perfect day of harmony, a Kodak Kumbaya moment that revisionists and Utopians preach, but tend to ignore at best, yet condemn as the ultimate betrayal.
It's Thanksgiving. Time to give thanks for the treasures we have, the freedoms we've won, the friends we've gained, and the families with which we're stuck.
I give thanks to all who come here to read my thoughts everyday or even just one day. Thank you.
The life of Indigo Red is full of adventure. Tune in next time for the Further Adventures of Indigo Red.