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Over the hills and through the woods….

November 27, 2019

I am grateful for my relationships, the privilege of working together and experiencing life’s possibilities via shared wisdom, knowledge and trusted networks. Determining where to invest time, energy, thoughts, and actions to feel safe, find joy and help others, in creating a personal and wonderful existence, is the art of living.

Whether you are traveling or hosting, with friends or family, or on your own or dining out, I hope you are anticipating good times to come. My wish is that you find the words below make you happier today no matter your plans.

Thanksgiving Day

Lydia Maria Child

Over the river, and through the wood,

To grandfather’s house we go;

The horse knows the way

To carry the sleigh

Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood—

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes

And bites the nose

As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,

To have a first-rate play.

Hear the bells ring


Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood

Trot fast, my dapple-gray!

Spring over the ground,

Like a hunting-hound!

For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,

And straight through the barn-yard gate.

We seem to go

Extremely slow, —

It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood—

Now grandmother’s cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun!

Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

Lydia Maria Child, born on February 11, 1802, in Medford, Massachusetts, was a poet and novelist best known for her books on domestic life and racial equality and her work as an abolitionist. She died on October 20, 1880.

Here is to happy memory making and remembering all those we can’t be with – cheers!