Special to the Press-Citizen

Thanksgiving is an odd holiday. Don’t get me wrong. I love gathering with friends and family to eat turkey and mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. Heck, it’s the one holiday that is designed around the cooking and consuming of a meal. Both of those things are right up my alley. Nope, it’s not the menu that bothers me. It’s the history.

And that’s the other thing that’s right up my alley.

When I was in first grade, we celebrated the history of Thanksgiving. My teacher divided the class into two groups. Some were Pilgrims and some were Indians. No matter your group, you got to wear a construction paper headdress – a black hat (complete with buckle) for the Pilgrims and feathers for the Indians. We ate a “feast” of popcorn and jellybeans as we learned the story of

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