ENTRY # TWENTY TWO.

Good Morning.
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I am still here. Just haven't had time to write anything for the last few weeks . But I hope to get busy now. It's a few days yet untill Thanksgiving Day, but anyway I am going to post my favorite poem by Edgar Guest that I like , Titled " The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving ." I am old enough to remember Thangsgiving days likes this, what sweet memories.

The Old Fashioned Thanksgiving.

It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell, Upon the days of byegone years, the days I loved so well; But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know A simple Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago, When all the family gathered round a table richly spread, With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head, The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile, With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.

It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me today, we're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray; Each little family grows up with fashions of its own; It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone. It has its specail pleasures, its circle, too, of friends, There are no get-together days; each one his journey wends, Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way, Letting the others do the same, Upon Thanksgaing Day.

I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad, To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad; the old home was a rendzvous for all our kith and kin, And whether living far or near they all came trooping in, With shouts of "Hello, daddy!" as they fairly stormed the place, And made a rush for mother, who stop to wipe her face, Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all, Hugging them proudly to her breast, the grownups and the small.

The laughter rang throughout the hoome and Oh, the jokes they told! From Boston, Frank brough new ones, but father sprang the old, All afternoon we chatted, telling what we hoped to do, The struggles we were making and the hardships we'd gone through; We gathered round the fireside. How fast the hours would fly-
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Bye for now.