19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, November 26, 1914: Thanksgiving. Have been having quite a long vacation. We had a Thanksgiving dinner for one thing. My taster was lacking due to a cold and I didn’t enjoy it as much as I might have. Carried a sassy goose down from town last Monday. The remains are in the pantry awaiting further digestion for the morrow. Wonder if that goose will keep me awake tonight.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Happy Thanksgiving, Grandma—
You carried a sassy (live?) goose home from town?
How the heck did you do that? A goose must weigh at least 10 or 12 pounds—and a cage would make it even heavier.
I’m not sure where you got it, but you live a mile and a half or so from both McEwensville and Watsontown. That’s a long walk.
And, then I suppose you had to help butcher it –and then cook it. And, you probably also had to make some other foods for the big meal—maybe mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, pies. . . .
Whew, I’m tired just thinking about all you needed to do to prepare for Thanksgiving.
I hope that you feel better soon, and that your “taster” is back by tomorrow. After all your hard work you deserve to enjoy at least some of the goose’s “remains.”