Always a Pilgrim, Never an Indian

With the approaching Thanksgiving holiday I'm reminded of my preschool and elementary days when we would learn about the famous feast at Plymouth between the pilgrims and Indians (forgive me for not being politically correct enough to say "Native Americans" but this is a childhood memory, therefore, no P.C.)

Every year, it seems, we would reenact the feast with our own party where the kids were cast as a pilgrim or an Indian. Thanks to a little invention known as construction paper we were able to fashion period costumes although I'm not sure how accurate the attire really was.

Being blonde, fair skinned and blue-eyed I was typecast. That's right, every year I was stuck with black and white construction paper making my own costume. No use of color for the pilgrims. The fact that we had to make our own costumes was like rubbing salt in a wound; a sad reminder that in a few days you would be stuck with an itchy paper collar while the kid across the table would be eating their cupcake (because as we all know,cupcakes were all the rage in 1621) wearing a fashionable hat with colorful feathers.

This typecasting continued into Christmas every year with the Christmas play where undoubtedly you could find my name under the role of "Angel" in the program. Unlike the pilgrim issue this was not limited to second grade and under. I was seriously in high school with aspirations of playing the coveted role of Mary. One year my dad was the play director and I knew that was going to be my year to shine. Turns out, I shone as "Angel 2 and Inn Keeper". I didn't speak to Dad for days.

Of course I'm not bitter about any of this (I promise). I just had to share some seasonal childhood diva moments.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!!!