This Thanksgiving will be the second time in my life I will not be with family. The first was in college some 60 years ago, and now, alone in Paris….but alas, perhaps I can struggle through! Thinking of this I initially felt sad, but then I realized how fortunate we all are to be able to be in different parts of the world for whatever reasons...
This Thanksgiving will be the second time in my life I will not be with family. The first was in college some 60 years ago, and now, alone in Paris….but alas, perhaps I can struggle through! Thinking of this I initially felt sad, but then I realized how fortunate we all are to be able to be in different parts of the world for whatever reasons, and yet as close as our iPhones and iPads for chats or FaceTime. Elaine is now in Australia with family for the wedding of a grandson, and I’m happy for her as they mean so much to her. I love them too…however, a 20 hr plane ride was not in my future, even if it’s cut in half, so I bid her farewell last Friday, knowing I will see her soon again.
Then I thought….”What shall become of me, for this is only an American Holiday and tradition?” But I soon realized I only needed to do a practice run for my Parisian version of Thanksgiving dinner so…. After drowning a few green olives from Spain, in a couple of Absolute Vodkas from Sweden, I slip out of my Birkenstocks from Germany, donned my shirt from Thailand, Dockers from Haiti, cashmere sweater and Rockport shoes from China, overcoat from Italy, wrapped on a Nordstrom’s 100% wool scarf from West Germany (that I still had from the ’70’s), properly positioned my authentic French beret, made for the last 200 years by relatives I recently found in Pontacq France, my glasses, from who knows where, and took my body, made in New Orleans, around the corner to a favorite cozy restaurant, Le Rousseau, first introduced to us by Terrance Gelenter, “Your American Friend in Paris” (http://paris-expat.com), who also helped us locate our last two apartments and introduced us to many Ex-Pats here, as well as locals. Great web site with fun stories and information. If you have any interest in Paris, be sure to get on his mailing list as it is entertaining, and stocked with many recommendations and books he offers–but what else would one expect from an Ex-Pat from Brooklyn!
Once settled into a comfortable spot in the well appointed room of red leather chairs, velvet, dark oak paneling and many decorative paintings and pieces, I started my adventure with a delightful southern France Bordeaux, followed by moist, fresh salmon, savory mixed vegetables, and dessert of three scoops of Haagen-Dazs ice cream (established by Reuben and Rose Mattus in the Bronx, New York, of all places, in 1961 who starting with only three flavors). While relaxing there warm, comfortable, well fed and purring, my thoughts turned to our military around the world, whose daily sacrifices have allowed Elaine, myself, our family and friends to freely travel and enjoy the lifestyle we have these past many years…and of course, to the recent events here in Paris and elsewhere. On this Thursday, and all the days following, many of our military will not be with their families either, but they are sacrificing way more than I, and unselfishly too. So please, join me in remembering them, and keep them in your prayers, not only on this Thanksgiving, but each and every day, for without them, we would face a much different life.
And also, strange as this may sound, please pray for all those young men and women who have become so disillusioned and disenfranchised from today’s world, that they have been sucked into the mire of radicalism of so many sorts. Perhaps it is the breakdown of family and moral values or others factors, but they need help too, for I’m confident enough to believe there is an answer, and it is not only with guns and bullets.
May God bless and keep you and your loved ones, this day and always….
Your Parisian Foreign Correspondent,