Thanksgiving is over, the holidays that is!
But we, as a nation should celebrate it daily. A little lesson
about the McCurdy family will explain the next thing I have to
say. My ancestors are Coffeys, McCurdys, Fitzgeralds and
McCormacks. Irish and Scots-Irish through and through.
I don't believe that any of them came to
America after the Potato famine in Ireland in the 1800's,
several fought in the American Revolution in the previous
century. But as a symbol of our heritage we, at sometime in the
past, adopted the Irish Potato as our family plant.
Each Thanksgiving Day, at dinner, a portion of
a potato, baked and burned and covered with ashes, (in modern
times in a outdoor grill. In older times taken from the ashes of
the fireplace), along with a glass of water is placed on each
plate at the table. Only after it is shaken clean of the ashes
and eaten is the food blessed. We are asked to recall the
starvation of many of our people in the famine and give thanks
to the fullness of our present lives. We thank God we had the
opportunity to live in this great country and share in his love