One of a few things that I remember from kindergarten is learning this song for Thanksgiving. The other two are making clay snakes, and napping on the rug that my mother knit for me.
Some of us will be traveling to be with family or friends either today or tomorrow, so this song seem appropriate. As a little girl, we did travel to “grandmother’s house” for Thanksgiving, so it has memories for me in more than one way.



A number of years ago, we wanted to provide an opportunity for my mother’s children, grandchildren and great grandchildren to spend a few days together with her, so we organized a weekend beginning with a sleigh ride.
The horse harnesses were adorned with sleigh bells, the snow was two feet deep, the weather was perfect and halfway into the ride, we, three year old to 80 year old,literally became the song we were singing….”Dashing through the snow, in a four horse open sleigh, O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.” It is hard to describe the ‘chuffing’ of the horses, the creak of the wood, the brilliance of the cold, but it was an awesome experience and whenever I hear the song, that is the memory I go to.
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Lovely memory!
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Yours as well Stella..how could one ever forget the joy of making the clay snake’s tail as teeny tiny as possible….:0)
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Yellowstone Park & in Utah up near Brigham City & Logan there are places where you can take sleigh rides. The ones in Utah are pulled by Clydesdales.
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I would definitely recommend the experience czarina.
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How wonderful!
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Every year we would go up north and head to a friend’s home, the roads were always covered with ice and snow because his house was rather remote.
All of us kids would take tuns (about 4 of us at a time) hanging onto the the bumper of my dads van and we would get pulled along the ice roads. Screaming and laughing as we went along.
We did actually go over the river and through the woods but somehow I’m not sure that a Christmas song could befit our experience 🙂 !
Not sure what we did is called or even if it has a name other than the one we gave it, but we called it “skeetching”.
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:0) LOL…we used to call it ‘foot sledding’ and the best was when Pops would tie ropes to the bumper of the truck and take us out on the icy roads to play.
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Every Thanksgiving I can remember, until I went away to college, was just our little family at home, no aunts or uncles, cousins or grandparents. We never went anywhere else for dinner. Always turkey with herb stuffing & giblet gravy. Always Waldorf salad. Until frozen peas & pearl onions were invented we had petit point canned peas and carrots. I always made the pumpkin pie, altho occasionally mincemeat pie in a jar showed up, so I made one of those, too. Homemade whipped cream. Borden’s egg nog, with rum when we got old enough. We lived in Miami, so there were no sleigh rides.
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I forgot about Waldorf salad! My mother always made that. Did you peel grapes to put in it?
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No grapes in ours. Apples, celery, pecans and the mayo-sugar-cream dressing.
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Czar always buys the ingredients for every Thanksgiving & Christmas. He knows it is required!
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Right, see above…
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Tho spaetzle and red cabbage sauteed in bacon with apples has crept in from time to time.
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No sleigh rides for us. We lived in Lakeland, FL. There was no family around so we invited the neighbor to the side of us and the one across the street. Mama cooked the turkey and a few other things and the neighbors brought some things. That was when I was a teenager.
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