Elton John

This shot of Elton and John Lennon was taken on November 28th 1974. A day probably didn't go by in the 1970s when you could go an hour and not hear an Elton John tune being broadcast on the radio. He was at the top of his game and the hits looked like they would never stop. Of course, things eventually settled down as they usually do. Though for someone growing up in the 1970s Elton John songs served as a comfortable soundtrack to our young lives.

The story behind this photo was that Lennon supposedly said he would play live with Elton if his solo album produced a #1 hit. As luck would have it the song "Whatever Gets You Thru The Night" reached number one on November 16th, and Lennon was good to his word. He joined Elton on stage at New York's Madison Square Garden during Elton's Thanksgiving Day concert there.

Thanksgiving Television

We always watched the football games on Thanksgiving Day, between playing football if the weather permitted and eating turkey. We still do the same thing, except for the playing of football. Though there is still a crew that does still participate in an annual Turkey Bowl game and if we are lucky they will post some photos on FaceBook.

My first memory of TV watching on Thanksgiving wasn't of football, it was the Victor Herbert classic, Babes in Toyland starring Laurel and Hardy.

Remember Silas Barnaby and how scary he appeared in the old black and white versions?
Not as scary in the colorized version, or maybe we just outgrow these things. ;-)

Though even to this day the site of the Wooden Soldiers coming to the rescue fills my heart with joy. Good triumphs over evil and the guy gets the girl. This has always been a fine way to start this day, even if we only happen upon the movie these days. As a child it was a certainty and one that could always produce a "I can't look" sort of feeling no matter how many times you had seen it.

Happy Thanksgiving. It's time to see the show!

The Days Before Thanksgiving

I easily recall that these were times filled with great anticipation, not the least because of the long weekend which the holiday afforded us.

There was always a bit of a nip in the air but usually no snow to complain about. We would see plenty of snow in the coming months so November didn't need to add to our burden. There were always still leaves on the trees and on the ground, which if we had strong backs and not too many callouses on our hands we could turn into some spending money.

Thanksgiving was always a holiday with few pressures, as the most important part was to show up at the table at the appointed hour with clean hands and a big appetite. This was not much of a challenge for us kids growing up, especially if we were able to sneak in a football game in the morning with our pals.

Sometimes we had relatives at our table and this always kept us on our best behavior. Though table manners were a custom we were all well drilled in and all it took was a look from my Mom or Dad if we acted out to rein in our youthful energies. These had no place at the dinner table and to this day I always appreciate a host or hostess who makes this clear to their children when I am so honored to have a place at their table.

I hope you all enjoy the holiday. My job this year is to make the pumpkin pies and whip the cream which serves as garnish. I like to do the entire meal but if left to only one task it will always be the dessert that I will select.


Peace.

November Leaves

We saw piles of leaves on Glenwood Road as we were growing up. One year they were piled so high that it was twice the size of the machine designed to bring them to the compost pile. Of course, as kids we saw this as an opportunity to climb to the top and try and throw our friends from the top of the heap.

This only lasted until the "Big Machines" from the village came and eliminated these piles. But until they did the leaf piles were ours to play within. These were some of the best times which I can remember from my Ridgewood days because the leaves were so soft  and our bones were so malleable.

November

This was always the month of the year when each day was an adventure for athletes; sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Up until Thanksgiving  this really didn't matter to us runners or football players (tackle or touch). We glorified in running in the rain or playing football in the mud. Though for obvious reasons the warm days were always more pleasant to compete in.

Enduring both the heat and the cold were realities which were part of the deal we made with ourselves and our coaches. I have written before about the monsoon our 1976 Cross Country ran through in the Eastern States Finals at Van Cortland Park in the Bronx. From the moment we stepped off the bus we were drenched and even more so once we removed our sweats to go warmed up. It is hard to imagine we were very warm at any point, and a glance at our coach, Larry Coyle, showed that his glasses were completely fogged up from the rain. This meant of course that there was no turning back, if the coach could do it we could too.

We did well that day despite the heavy November rain and mud. The team received numerous medals for enduring this maelstrom and no one who ran the race will ever forget it. Among the medals I received and the memories which have endured to this day the Eastern States is among the best. This was partly due to the fact that this was the end of the era for us Seniors; the Juniors and Sophomores knew it was now their turn to succeed us. It was also simply gratifying to say we survived the race because some of our competitors didn't, one boy broke his leg when he slipped in the mud. The scream he let out could be heard all over the park.

As the American poet T.S. Eliot once wrote, "April is the cruelest month.." At times during my youthful, more athletic days, this could have been said about November. I suppose one can always use their memory in hindsight to block out the cold and the rain, to give what was once a test of one's endurance a lighter tone and feel. With any luck this produces the end result of the warm glow which can sustain us through many a cold autumn night.

(Thanks for anonymous who pointed out that in "The Wasteland" it was April which was the cruelest month.)