Reflecting on Thanksgiving Day

By Melissa Minners

Thanksgiving Day means many different things to many different people.  As we grow older, we learn that the tale of the very first Thanksgiving Day we were told as children was a fabrication of sorts.  Pilgrims that arrived in Massachusetts did have a harvest festival with a Wampanoag tribe, but it wasn’t a thanksgiving ceremony to the Pilgrims, who believed in solemnity and fasting for true thanksgiving.  This was more of a party, but it wasn’t something that Americans celebrated annually until President Abraham Lincoln made Thanksgiving Day a national annual event in 1863. 

            All those tales of turkey served at the first Thanksgiving Day feast were also hogwash.  The Pilgrims and the Wampanoags more likely ate fish, eggs, corn, vegetables, and fruit.  In fact, turkey didn’t become a Thanksgiving mainstay until the 1860s.  Tom Turkey was safe all those years!  Who knew?!

             Are we jaded because historians have begun to shed some light on the holiday?  Hell, no!  Thanksgiving Day still remains one of my favorite holidays of the year!

            As a child in school, Thanksgiving Day meant that it was time to break out the crayons, pencils, markers, and paint brushes and make outlines of our hands that we would cleverly turn in to turkeys by adding legs and faces.  Who doesn’t remember one of these “hand-made” turkey drawings hanging on their mother’s refrigerators?  It also meant a lightening of the school work load in favor of Thanksgiving Day enactments – usually in the form of a play.  I got to be a Pilgrim one year.  As I remember it, I had only one line and was in charge of making the popcorn.  Boy, was I ever proud!  It also meant reading tons of books like Squanto, Pocahontas, The Thanksgiving Treasure, tales of the Pilgrims and their journey to the Americas, and more.  But most importantly, it meant time off from school!

            Having off from school for Thanksgiving Day was a veritable treat for any kid.  Some kids just slept late, ran out and played, and basically did whatever they wanted.  But the Minners household was steeped in tradition.  On the night before Thanksgiving Day, we usually got to stay up late to help make the various desserts for the holiday.  Mom would break out the Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and we would carefully space out the little dollops that would become the most scrumptious cookies I’ve ever eaten.  We would make brownies, too!  And pumpkin pie!  Back then, we didn’t buy a ready made pie – we baked them from scratch…with a little help from Libby’s that is.

            Thanksgiving Day morning would begin with my mom and dad preparing the stuffing while the kids sat around the television set watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.  Soon, our parents would call us into the kitchen so we could perform the insane ritual of yelling “Hello down there!” down Tom Turkey’s butt prior to stuffing it.  It was now time to sew up that bad boy.  My father, always one to get into his roles, would approach the bird with hands held upright like that of a sterilized surgeon preparing to operate.  The sutures complete, we would plop ourselves back in front of the television, munching on celery or cheese as we watched the end of the parade, waiting in anticipation for Santa Claus.

            The turkey always took forever to cook and so we would end up in front of the television for hours watching movies like King Kong, Mighty Joe Young, Godzilla, and March of the Wooden Soldiers.  The weeks prior to the holiday were rife with holiday specials like A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving, The Thanksgiving Treasure (an adaptation of the book), and more, but for some strange reason, we looked forward to the movies we watched while Tom was in the oven.  I remember the profound disappointment we felt when the networks stopped airing these movies on Thanksgiving Day.  It was like losing an old friend.  Sure, we could rent them from the local video store and watch them on Thanksgiving Day, but it just wasn’t the same.

            Once the turkey and fixings were done, it was time to stuff ourselves silly with bird, stuffing, potatoes, candied yams, and more.  All around the table was silence except for the sounds of forks and knives clinking against plates.  It seemed we couldn’t get enough and kept going back for more!  Then, someone would remember dessert and we would all quickly clear the table, swearing we’d have enough room to eat more than just a slice of pumpkin pie.  Finding that our eyes were in fact bigger than our stomachs, we’d settle for that single slice, vowing to return for more later.  Invariably we would, crafting sandwiches from the leftover turkey and scrounging whatever other leftovers were around.

            In later years, independence from the family meant independence from tradition.  Thanksgiving Day was spent haphazardly, never knowing exactly what would happen or where we’d be eating.  One year, I ventured into Manhattan with some friends to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in person.  Things were tight – and I do mean tight!  People jostling each other around for a good view of what was coming up the street.  We were at the beginning of the parade, as I remember.  I had always thought that the performers on the floats were lip-syncing when I was a kid watching the parade on television.  Here was my proof!  Each passing float proved it!  Performers were talking to each other instead of singing!  AHH!!  The balloons were cool, but they weren’t the same as the balloons of my youth, and so I was disappointed.  And all those people!  From that day on, I watched the parade on television, realizing that it was a much more enjoyable experience that way. 

            Back then, there were Thanksgiving Days that I ate at three different tables, each friend inviting me to another dinner.  There were some that I spent at work, eating whatever meal we could scrounge…hopefully something containing turkey.  I remember one year when having Thanksgiving Day off came as a surprise – I only found out the day before.  Shopping at the grocery store was extremely intolerable…but somehow I made it through.  Of course, there were no hopes of buying a turkey on that day.  I got hold of whatever I could – yams, cranberry sauce, creamed corn and a frozen turkey dinner from Boston Market – and made due.  By then, I had children – the furry kind.  Each pet received something of a turkey dinner.  Even in years that the turkey came in cans, they were always grateful. 

            Now, I feel a resurgence for the traditions of yore.  Things are a tad different – we celebrate Thanksgiving Day either the weekend before or after as my job necessitates that I work on the actual date.  Old traditions arise anew as the baking of treats begins the night before the big feast.  The next day brings the promise of a veritable feast, filled with many of the foods that were heaped upon the tables of my youth, and some new additions that we all agree make the meal complete.  And, of course, my children – still the furry kind – get to sample some of the eats gratefully.  In fact, my oldest was waiting at the stove last year, staring at the slowly cooking turkey with anticipation…not to mention some drool!

            Just as in years past, dinner is followed by the rest period – a time where everyone finds themselves seated around the television staring in a turkey-induced daze at whatever happens to be on in hopes that we will soon find enough room in our stomachs for dessert.  When we all can bare to move around, the coffee is made and the desserts are heaped upon the table.  When the gorge-fest is complete, we flop down in various positions swearing that we will never eat like that again…that is, until the very next Thanksgiving Day.  We relish each other’s company until its time for some of us to go home…usually fairly late as no one can bare to move after stuffing themselves with more than you could ever imagine stuffing inside a turkey. 

            Hugs, kisses, and thank yous abound as the loved ones leave and we realize just what it is we are thankful for.  It’s not the tales about Thanksgiving we were told as youths.  It’s not the holiday specials or the days off from work or school.  It’s being with the people you care most about – sharing time and presence – that is the true meaning behind Thanksgiving Day.

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Written by: Nathaniel Philbrick

Published By: Penguin Books 

Reviewed by Dorothy Doremus

            Ah, the tale of the first Thanksgiving.  The Pilgrims, after the long journey from England, set foot on Plymouth Rock where they meet Squanto who befriended them.  After which, they all sit and have a feast of turkey with all of the trimmings and give thanks.  If this is your idea of how the first Thanksgiving was, you will be extremely disappointed.

            Mayflower is far from your teachers’ story of a loving and peaceful holiday.  It begins with the journey of the Pilgrims who left the shores of Holland in search of the Hudson Valley.  Having discovered that religious freedom was out of reach in their own country, they chartered the Mayflower in hopes of finding that freedom in a new land.  It took the better part of two months to reach the New World and most of the crew was sickening fast.  Captain John Smith knew he was north of the Hudson Valley, but couldn’t wait to make landfall.  He decided that getting the ship ashore was what needed to be done.

            Once again, the Pilgrims were in peril.  They didn’t have food and winter was fast approaching.  They raided Indian storage piles and stole food and tools  But the stolen food was not enough to sustain the colony and half the population died in the first year.

            Interestingly, I was always taught in school that Squanto was a friend of the Pilgrims who wished to make the rest of the Indian tribe their friends as well.  In actuality, Squanto was a fraud.  He was captured and sent to Spain and England as a slave and later returned to the colonies.  Squanto was an interpreter for the English, but it was discovered that he was really pitting the two parties against one another.

            Over the first fifty years, even with plotters such as Squanto, all was quite peaceful and then it all went horribly wrong.  Some of the Indians began to adopt Christianity as a religion which didn’t sit well with the sachem.  That was not the only think that caused problems – greed played a role as well.

            As I read Mayflower, I foolishly found myself waiting for that feast.  I mean, why would our history teachers ignore true history, preferring a sugarcoated version of the situation over facts?  Well, this book does anything but sugarcoat things.  It includes everything from Massasoit, the brave Indian leader to Benjamin Church’s killing of King Phillip.  The book is a page turner and really makes you understand the interesting balance between cultures and why that balance was so fragile.  I truly understand why this was a New York Times Bestseller and I will never look at the story of the Pilgrims through rose-colored glasses again.

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Thanksgiving Tales

True Stories of the Holiday in America

Editor: Brian D. Jaffe

 Published By: Sestin LLC

 Reviewed by Melissa Minners

                I wanted to read something special to celebrate the coming of one of my favorite holidays, so I did some searching and found a compilation of true Thanksgiving stories published by Sestin LLC and edited by Brian D. Jaffe.  Knowing all of the craziness that has taken place during Thanksgiving Days in my past, I couldn’t wait to see whether other people’s holiday dinners are as crazy as mine.

                I have discovered that the dysfunction that usually takes place at my family holiday dinners is actually the norm instead of the unusual.  There is a multitude of short stories and a couple of poems to be found in the almost two hundred pages of this book and each story has a new perspective to offer.  There are tales of fun times, tales of thankfulness, tales of dysfunction, tales of anger, tales of joy and more.

                I wasn’t extremely fond of the essays that ripped the traditions of Thanksgiving apart.  I mean, this is a holiday designed to remind us of all we should be thankful for.  So, when I read something that rips the holiday’s beginnings, its traditions and everything that makes the holiday special, I have a problem with that.  I can be objective and respect other people’s opinions, but I have the distinct feeling that the one essay in particular was sour grapes coming from someone who had a difficult time getting a job after the stock market crash and was bitter against anything he should be thankful for.

                That being said, the rest of the stories were incredibly enjoyable.  I loved the stories from folks attempting their first Thanksgiving Day meal and all of the calamities that take place.  There are a bunch of stories about issues cooking the turkey from the oven breaking to the new recipes attempted to the in-laws attempting to take over to the attempts by mother to run daughter’s Thanksgiving Day event.  I also loved reading about the things folks were thankful for, from the tongue in cheek things that one family was thankful for during their New York City Thanksgiving Day adventure with their daughter to the happiness at spending time with family and friends to that very special Thanksgiving that may be the last ever spent with a loved one.

                Sure, there are some sad stories that may evoke a tear or two, but the majority of the stories in this book will elicit quite a few chuckles not just because of the humorous ways in which they are told, but because of the similarities between their Thanksgiving tales and your own experiences.  Thanksgiving Tales: True Stories of the Holiday in America is one of those books that will melt away the stresses of the holiday season and a purchase I am very glad to have made.

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The Mouse on the Mayflower

Distributed By: DreamWorks Classics

 Reviewed by Melissa Minners

            It always amazes me when I find a holiday cartoon special that I don’t remember seeing as a kid, especially one that is by a production company whose holiday specials I loved as a child.  Rankin/Bass Productions was one of those companies you could count on to deliver when it came to animated holiday specials.  So it shocked and amazed me that I had never seen The Mouse on the Mayflower, a Thanksgiving cartoon special from the masters of holiday specials.

            First airing in 1968, The Mouse on the Mayflower told the tale of the Pilgrims’ travel to America from England aboard the Mayflower.  Leaving England to seek out a land where they would not be persecuted for their religious beliefs, the Pilgrims collected as much money as they could to pay for passage and all of the possessions they could.  Accompanying Captain Miles Standish (Eddie Albert) and the Pilgrims is church mouse Willum Mouse, Esquire (Tennessee Ernie Ford).

            There are setbacks along the way.  Not all of those sailing aboard the Mayflower are righteous and God-fearing.  There are those aboard who want the Pilgrims fail in hopes of getting their hands on the Pilgrims’ money.  And when the ship runs afoul of a nasty storm and sustains damage, it’s up to Willum to come up with an idea to save them all.  Then, there is also the fact that the storm has blown the Mayflower so far off course that they are no longer traveling to Virginia, but to New England.  Oh, and lets not mention the Native Americans that these new colonists come across – once again it’s Willum to the rescue, bringing the two tribes together in peace and harmony.

            The Mouse on the Mayflower is more than just an animated version of the Mayflower’s voyage to Plymouth Rock and the Pilgrims’ first Thanksgiving Day feast, it’s also a love story, a tale of friendship and a lesson in humility.  Although some of the history of the Pilgrim’s landing is softened and altered (especially when it comes to the food served at the feast and the relations between settlers and natives), I was happy to see mention of the Mayflower Compact.  I’m not at all sure that many kids even learn about the Mayflower Compact anymore.  It was also nice to see that the creators of the special did include the fact that not all of the natives and the Pilgrims were happy to become friends.  That’s a more realistic presentation of what took place, although not wholly accurate.

            The Mouse on the Mayflower is a cute forty-five minute cartoon presentation aimed at children, although I found myself chuckling quite a bit at the mouse’s antics and those of his new friend, the Native American mouse named Thunder.  I can’t believe that I never saw this special before, but I would definitely recommend it to parents of young children as an adorable way to introduce them to what Thanksgiving is all about.

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How Early Is Too Early?

Rushing the Holidays

By Melissa Minners

            When I was a kid, I looked forward to the beginning of the holiday season.  Just a week or two prior to Thanksgiving, my teacher would have us draw paper turkeys, using our hands as guides.  Holiday specials would begin to appear on televisionSnoopy and the gang would celebrate a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving while we sat mesmerized in front of the television set.  The Thanksgiving Day plays would be rehearsed and performed a week before the holiday.  All of us waited in eager anticipation for the Macys Parade on Thanksgiving Day.

            The next morning, typically known as Black Friday, the day when retailers get their accounts in the black, would mark the start of the Christmas shopping season.  The holiday ads would have appeared on television all week before the Friday event.  The day after Thanksgiving was also known as the day when folks would start to pull out their Christmas decorations and deck the halls – some out of merriment and some out of a sense of neighborhood competition.  Christmas television specials would appear and we would all prepare our Christmas lists for Santa Claus.  We would either visit him at the local department store, or we would mail the letters out to the North Pole.  If we saw Santa at school and in the department store on the same day, our parents would just tell us that one or the other was Santa’s Helper.  I was amazed at just how many Santa’s Helpers there were!

            Once Christmas was over, preparations were made for New Year’s Eve, usually celebrated around the television with host Dick Clark.  Then, you would wait some months and prepare for Easter.  There was a set order and a set time for each holiday.

            Times have changed.  Commercial interests have taken things to the extreme!  Don’t get me wrong – these holidays have been commercialized for years.  But things seem to have gotten out of hand of late.  Growing up and becoming of working age, I found myself employed in a famous retail chain.  The chain, which now no longer exists, prided itself in getting the “jump” on the holiday season.  For us, Thanksgiving items were on sale weeks prior to the date.  The same was true for other high profile holidays.  However, we tried to keep things tame – never ridiculously early…just a week or two.

            Since leaving retail, I’ve been noticing that the retail holiday season has begun earlier and earlier each year.  I can see the desire to get the shopping started earlier.  I, myself, begin to do my shopping in early fall simply because I loathe standing in line during the holiday rush, but lately, things are getting ridiculous.  This year, I saw Christmas toy commercials in early October, way before Halloween!  I found this mildly annoying, but the icing on the cake was yet to be seen.  I was in a mall a couple of days after Halloween.  What should I happen to see smack-dab in the center of the mall?  Not an advertisement announcing the markdowns of Halloween candy, I can assure you.  It was Santa Claus!!!  I couldn’t believe it!  At first, I thought that they had simply set up the scenery for the “Take Your Picture with Santa” display, but, no!!  There were his elves, handing out order forms to parents so they could get their kids’ picture taken with the jolly man himself.  Now, I must commend that particular mall on hiring a Santa Claus that looks and acts the role so well, but that’s not the point!  The mall was completely skipping Thanksgiving and going for advertising the higher-grossing holiday!

            And it’s bad enough that Christmas displays were set up in department stores weeks before folks were preparing to sit at their Thanksgiving Day tables, but do the neighborhood light shows have to start that early, too?!  One particular house in my neighborhood was adorned with a tremendously bright and active display of Christmas lights on the first week of November.  One almost wonders, with such an elaborate display, if the owner hadn’t set up the lights before Halloween, completely bypassing two holidays.  And it’s not just happening in small neighborhoods either.  This year, both Lincoln Center and Rockefeller Center are lighting their trees on the last week of November.  Every year prior to this, the tree lightings took place on the first or second week of December!

            One week before Thanksgiving Day, I turn to 106.7FM to discover that they have begun playing 24 hours of Christmas music!  A whole week before Thanksgiving!  Unfortunately, I soon discovered that they were not the only station doing this.  Now, don’t get me wrong – I love Christmas music and I am happy to discover a station that plays a variety of Christmas music for 24 hours.  But, can we wait until the appropriate holiday?  Can we at least wait until Black Friday?!

            This mad rush to get the highest retail-grossing holidays begun earlier and earlier is a tad scary.  I have no doubt that even before the last Christmas present is placed under the tree, stores will be setting up Valentine’s Day displays.  When did the holidays become all about retail spending?  Why are we rushing things anyway?  Aren’t people going to spend the same amount whether the displays are up early or not?  People know when Christmas is – it’s not like they can forget with all the advertising.  But must the advertising start so early and be so overbearing that it becomes more like stuffing the holiday down people’s throats?  Must we commercialize the holidays so much that people forget the true meaning of them?  And I’m not talking about religious meanings here, although to those of the Catholic religion, Christmas is about the gift they believe the Lord bestowed upon His people, not about how much He spent at the local department store.  No, I’m talking about the goodwill bestowed upon one another by acts of kindness conducted over these holidays.  I’m talking about togetherness – people coming together and enjoying each other’s company.  Yet, the folks in retail nowadays have chosen to make light of a holiday in which we give thanks for all of our perceived blessings and instead place emphasis on a holiday that never really had a dollar sign attached to its true meaning in the first place.

            What does this mean for future generations?  Folks my age and older remember what it was like to look forward to this time of the year with eager anticipation – for the goodwill it brought out in people, for the happiness and joy of the season.  But much of the younger generation only pay attention to what material possessions they can glean out of relatives.  When asked to donate to a charity, you’ll find that many of these people would rather spend $600 on a Playstation 3 than on one small toy for the Toys for Tots program.  Thanks to all of the hype, people in department stores are literally trampling each other for the best deals, running right past the Salvation Army donation pot without a second glance.  When you ask a kid what they are thankful for, they are more likely to say their I-pod, Playstation, cellphone, digital camera or some other such material item.  Then, they might add a family member or friend as an afterthought.  People are so intent on thinking about how much money they have to spend on someone to make them happy that they are too busy to be thankful for all that they have in life.  To these people, the holiday season is something to be endured, not celebrated.  They’ve lost the meaning of it all, because they haven’t been given time to notice it.  Goodwill is substituted with pushing, shoving and glares – especially if you happen to pick up the last Tickle Me Elmo doll off the shelf.

            Am I advocating picketing retail chains or boycotting holiday sales in an effort to get the stores to ease up on the rush-job?  No.  If I even thought that these things would serve to cause retail chains to rethink their “rush-the-holiday” policy, I would be highly deluded.  Plus, good sales aid the economy.  Instead, I advocate taking the time to enjoy each holiday and passing down to future generations their true meaning.  Teach them that Christmas means more than the skewed retail idea that giving with a high price tag will elicit happiness.  Teach them to take time to think about all they are thankful for – not the material possessions, but the people and places that make you feel blessed.

The World According to Star Wars

Written By: Cass R. Sunstein

Published By: Dey St.

Reviewed By: Melissa Minners

               When I first read the description of Cass R Sunstein’s The World According to Star Wars, I thought it sounded cute.  According to the description, the author discusses lessons learned from the Star Wars universe in relation to fatherhood, redemption, politics, etc.  I asked for and received this book for my birthday.  I couldn’t wait to read it.  And then I chose the worst possible time to read it – while I was studying some rather heavy subjects.  This book was not the lightest read I could have chosen at the time, but I stuck with it…and learned something along the way.

               I should have realized that a Harvard professor, who is the founder and director of the Program on Behavioral Economics and Public Policy and also happened to work in the White House, would probably not write a light and airy book full of tongue in cheek references as to how Star Wars affects our every day lives.  Instead, The World According to Star Wars is an in depth look at how one can relate the themes and characters of Star Wars in various happenings in our daily lives – the big and the small.  I was surprised when the author discussed how Star Wars began and the many incarnations of the origin story George Lucas has told over the years.  I also found myself nodding my head every time the author pointed out Lucas’ white lies when it came to how many films he had actually planned to make, how he had planned out the story of the Skywalkers and etc.  I was finding common ground with this author as I have pointed out the same fibs over the years.

               And then we got down to the nitty gritty.  This wasn’t just a comparison as to how the Skywalkers’ relationships presented us with the dos and don’ts of fatherhood.  No, this was much more than that.  I found myself reading how you could look at Star Wars as a cautionary tale against technology, how the Jedi might have been Jihadists, how Star Wars is steeped in Christianity, how it is steeped in Buddhist teachings and more.  We uncover predictable biases in the series and discuss why the bad guys are so likeable.  We delve into the economic aspects of Star Wars.  And, of course, we delve into the political aspects: the ways in which democracy can become so complicated as to beget rebellion and/or dictatorship…told you this book was heavy.

               There are some lighter discussions, such as the Star Wars vs. Star Trek comparison, which is the best film out of the series, and in which order should the movies be watched.  But for the most part, this is not a lighthearted read.  No, this is a book for those thinkers in the Star Wars fandom who can see deeper into the storyline and come up with comparisons in our everyday lives, looking at our government’s actions, our family lives, the world’s economy and more and seeing meaning or a relationship to things that happen in the Star Wars films. 

               Not always an easy read to be sure, The World According to Star Wars is actually a refreshing one.  It reminds us that most science fiction geeks are deep thinkers and can find scientific, sociological, philosophical, and psychological meaning in the Star Wars series we love so much.  Not an easy read, but a great one in my opinion and one I will recommend to my fellow thinking Star Wars fans out there.

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Though the Odds Be Great or Small

Written By Terry Brennan and William Meiners

Published By Loyola Press

Reviewed By Melissa Minners

I’ve been following Notre Dame football for years…ever since watching the movie Rudy as a matter of fact.  There have been good years and bad years, but I’m a student of the game and understand that there will be ups and downs as players graduate and coaches change.  So, when I saw a book that was about one of their comeback seasons, I decided to check it out.

               Though the Odds Be Great or Small is said to have been written by Terry Brennan and William Meiners, but when you actually get into it, its more a book written by Meiners with some insight from Terry Brennan.  The book starts off with Terry’s prowess on the field as a player while a college student attending Notre Dame.  Then it goes on to discuss Terry’s tenure as the youngest Notre Dame coach.  It gets a little confusing from there. 

               The book is supposed to be about Notre Dame’s 1957 comeback year, but it doesn’t really concentrate on that.  The book does show how Brennan took a team that was destined to fail thanks to Notre Dame’s football recruiting or lack thereof.  It does show how they came back to get a bowl game in 1957.  It also shows how Brennan was fired the following year in hopes that the man to replace him, an NFL coach, could raise the team to greatness.  But in between is a muddle of comparisons between older teams and newer teams, coaches from before Brennan and after compared to his style of coaching and more. 

               All of this extra added comparison takes away from the focus of the book, which should have been how Terry Brennan, the school’s youngest football coach, took that 1957 team to greatness despite the college’s focus on academics over football after his former coach was forced to leave.  I was bored with this book a couple of chapters in and forced myself to finish, which took a lot longer than it should have.  You might want to read this if you are a die-hard Notre Dame football fan, but I doubt it.  Not worth the time and effort.

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Hail Mary

The Rise and Fall of the National Women’s Football League

Written by Britni de la Cretaz and Lindsey D’Arcangelo

Published by Perseus Books

Reviewed By Melissa Minners

               Women love sports just as much as men, but we don’t see enough women in organized sports leagues.  Thanks to a little movie called A League of Their Own, we learned that there was a Women’s Baseball League.  The WNBA is the well-loved Women’s National Basketball Association, though they don’t receive enough recognition.  We have the Women’s Soccer League whose USA team constantly dominates in the Olympics.  However, has anyone ever heard of the National Women’s Football League?

               In Hail Mary The Rise and Fall of the National Women’s Football League, Britni de la Cretaz and Lindsey D’Arcangelo take a look at an idea, started in 1967 as a gimmick by a businessman that took off into something he never could have imagined.  It turned out that Sid Friedman never realized that women might truly want to play the real game.  Title IX had just been passed but women really didn’t have much choice as to the types of sports they could play in…until that businessman took a chance on his gimmick that turned into something real.

               In this book, the authors seek to tell their readers about the beginnings of the league, its attraction to women and its eventual downfall.  It wouldn’t be easy as there isn’t much written about the National Women’s Football League.  Thus, the authors conducted interviews with the players and coaches, providing readers insight into what it was like to be part of a hard-hitting game thought to be beyond the capabilities of that “frail” species known as woman.  They offered the readers quotes from news articles that both praised the league and mocked it.  And in the end, they offered us a well-rounded look into what it was like to play on the team and why it would eventually fold thanks to lack of financial support.

               What I found most interesting was the dedication of the women that played.  These women would play with numerous injuries, often traveling long distances by bus to arrive at their games and get paid next to, if not nothing, for their troubles.  All for the love of the game.  I also loved learning that these women came from all walks of life.  Too often, women who play tough sports are thought to be lesbians looking for a rough and tumble good time, but the women of the National Women’s Football League were housewives, working women, college kids, married, single, gay, straight, you name it – all they wanted was to play in a sport that had been denied them so long.

               I wonder what could have been had the National Women’s Football League received the funding it needed.  If it had the backing of the National Football League, would it have gone as far as the WNBA thanks to backing from the NBA?  The WNBA, though successful, still doesn’t get as much advertising play or promotion as the NBA, but they have survived and very few teams have folded due to financial pressures.  I was happy to learn that some of the former players are trying to get a new league going again.  Maybe this book will help gain them some momentum.

               Hail Mary is an awesome analysis of the rise and fall of the NWFL, but it also serves as a dedicated place for the former players and coaches to tell their stories, so they won’t be forgotten.  It was a fast, easy and informative read that I would recommend to all young women interested in sports.  It just goes to show that a woman can do anything if she sets her mind to it!

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It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

Distributed By: Warner Home Video

Reviewed By: Melissa Minners

                I’m a huge fan of Peanuts and have been since I was a little kid.  I’ve watched every animated feature, the animated television series, read the comic strips and compilation books, but I can’t seem to get enough of the animated holiday specials.  One of my favorites is I’ts the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

                In this half-hour animated holiday special, Halloween is fast approaching and the Peanuts gang are preparing for the big day.  Everyone is getting their costumes ready…everyone, that is, except Linus.  He’s getting ready for his annual tradition of sitting in the pumpkin patch waiting for The Great Pumpkin.  You see, according to Linus, The Great Pumpkin shows up only once a year – on Halloween.  On this date, he looks for the most sincere pumpkin patch and showers gifts upon those he finds waiting for him within. 

Most of the gang think he’s crazy, but Charlie Brown’s sister, Sally, has a huge crush on Linus and this gives her pause.  Though this is the first year she is allowed to go trick-or-treating, she decides to stay with Linus in the pumpkin patch, hoping that his stories about The Great Pumpkin are true.  While the rest of the gang go trick-or-treating with mixed success (Charlie Brown keeps getting rocks), Snoopy goes out on an adventure all his own.  He is the World War I flying ace out looking for the Red Baron.  Unfortunately, his Sopwith Camel fighter plane gets shot down behind enemy lines and he must find a way to get back to his men.

Fortunately, he finds a quaint chalet where he can partake in food and drink.  Of course, his quaint chalet is actually the site of the gang’s Halloween party, where the kids are partaking in some party games, like carving a pumpkin using the back of Charlie Brown’s head to figure out just how they want their carved pumpkin to look.  Karma comes in the way of Snoopy as Lucy bobs for apples and comes up with the same one as the dog

By the end of the night, Sally realizes her folly in staying with Linus and missing out on all the fun and adventure to be had on Halloween night.  But, though Linus’ faith falters for a second, Linus remains in the pumpkin patch, hoping for a miracle.  Lucy eventually heads out to bring her sleeping brother in for the night.  One would think that Linus would understand his folly, but he is more convinced than ever that The Great Pumpkin exists and he vows to prove it next year.

Now, I love watching It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown – I have watched it every year since I was a little kid.  But there are some things that bug me about this cartoon.  For one thing, I can’t understand why Charlie Brown keeps getting a rock while the other kids get terrific treats.  I’ve always been told it was because he had too many holes in his ghost costume, but I beg to differ.  Why couldn’t anyone see the genius in this boy’s costume.  After all, how many kids his age would thin to go trick-or-treating as the Holy Ghost?  And if Sally has such a crush on Linus, why does she tell him she is going to sock him if he holds her hand?  And why can’t Linus figure out his folly in mixing up The Great Pumpkin with Santa Claus?  This is supposed to be a really book-smart kid – where could he have possibly read about The Great Pumpkin?

All kidding aside, I love watching this cartoon with all of its funny moments and clever dialogue.  Besides the Christmas special, it’s the one Peanuts holiday special I refuse to miss.  I even bought it on DVD so as to make certain I never miss it, just in case the television networks air it on a bad night or decide not to air it at all.  It’s one of those childhood traditions that I will always carry on with every family member or child I babysit.  Everyone should watch It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown at least once in their lifetime…or maybe a hundred times.  For some reason, for me, this cartoon never gets old!

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Reflecting on Halloween

By Melissa Minners

            Ah, Halloween, the eve of All Hallows’ Day (aka: All Saints’ Day), a day of religious festivities celebrated by many as the one day of the year on which spirits can make contact with the physical world.  As kids, all we knew was that on October 31st, we got to dress up in costumes after school and go from house to house, saying “Trick or Treat!” and walking home laden with goodies.  If we were lucky, Halloween fell out on the weekend – twice the time to go Trick-or-Treating meant twice as many treats.  As Halloween roles around again this year, I begin to reminisce on Halloweens past.

            I remember my mother never wanting to buy us a Halloween costume like we saw all the other kids wearing – something you could pick up at the local Woolworth for $5.00.  True, the costumes were cheaply made and my mother had a point about the masks being dangerous, but we always used to grumble about wanting to buy a costume rather than make one.  My mother, not knowing how to use a sewing machine, used to make us costumes out of whatever we had around the house.  Some costumes were pretty cool.  My mother was pretty good at making mustaches out of eye liner and clown faces out of everyday make-up.  We had some pretty cool stuff around the house.  I had a plastic derby and a plastic cigar, thus, I was Charlie Chaplin and Groucho Marx for a Halloween or two.  I had a cowboy hat and a pair of cap gun pistols and a cute cowgirl outfit was improvised out of everyday clothing making me Annie Oakley one year.  The hat and pistols were used again years later and along with some eye pencil, I became a cowboy.  Some costumes were cool, others, such as the garbage bag for a cape vampire costume…well, not so much.  But we always had a costume which is more than I can say for some of the kids I see Trick-or-Treating these days.

            When I first started Trick-or-Treating, I was confined to one street.  My mom took me in the beginning.  Later, when I was deemed old enough, I took my brother door to door on Halloween, I carrying my plastic pumpkin and Jon with his Casper bucket.  Eventually, the Trick-or-Treating adventure went from one block to our block and across the street.  Soon it was around our block and across the street.  Then it extended to around the block and around the next block.  Eventually, our sister Justine joined us on our trek.  Sometimes, we’d get very little candy.  Other times, we’d have to go back to the house a couple of times to empty out our respective buckets.  It usually depended on the day of the week Halloween fell out on.  No matter how big the score, we were always sure to be left with only half the loot as soon as our mom got through culling out the bad stuff.  “Bad stuff” usually meant haphazardly wrapped candies, unwrapped goods, apples, etc.  Years later, we would be daring enough to eat stuff we were sure our mother would push to the side as rejects.  Sometimes our mother could be a bit more protective than we liked, but we always had our fair share of candy corn, M&Ms, Three Musketeers, Snickers, Hershey’s, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Almond Joy, Mounds, and other assorted miniature candy treats.  My parents would always bring home something from Entenmann’sHalloween cupcakes or cake.

            Of course, we always had to be in by a certain hour.  After 8pm or 9pm, there were other activities afoot other than going door to door with costumes on begging for treats.  Some of the kids enjoyed the “Trick” stuff more and you were bound to see droves of them in the street having egg and shaving cream wars, toilet-papering houses, pumpkin-smashing and more.  For the most part, we stayed away from that stuff.

            When we weren’t busy with Trick-or-Treating, there was always something fun to do.  One year, we bought a huge pumpkin and tried our hand at carving it into a scary face.  I don’t remember him being all that scary, but I remember eating the pumpkin seeds my mother roasted from the innards.  Years later, when I was working at a local store, I would take one of the foam pumpkins we were selling, put a hat on his head and stuff a fake cigarette in his mouth.  Now this was a pumpkin who was fully enjoying his Halloween, proudly displayed on the counter for all to see.

            Leading up to Halloween, one could always count on scary stories being read at school.  Who doesn’t remember the tale of The Teeny-Tiny Woman?  The teeny-tiny woman and the voice from the Teeny-Tiny cupboard that said, “GIVE ME MY BONE!!!!”  Teachers would always read a version of Washington Irving’s spooky tale, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.  There would always be tales of ghosts, haunted houses, zombies, witches and vampires to scare the living daylights out of us.  One year, we read Edgar Allen Poe’s creepy poem, The Raven.  And one year, I decided to freak myself out by reading Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart.

            Television and the theaters always had something in the works for Halloween.  Since I was a kid, the Charles Schultz classic, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown has always been something we watched on television.  As I remember it, the 4’o’clock movies on ABC for that week were usually horror flicks featuring Vincent Price, such as The Fall of the House of Usher, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Raven, The Conqueror Worm and more.  And you could always count on the voluptuous Elvira: Queen of the Night to star in a tongue-in-cheek Halloween special.  The movie of choice in the theaters back when I was in elementary school was Halloween, a horror flick about a serial killer named Michael Myers.  Years later, kids have their pick of movies to choose from – dozens of versions of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (aka: The Headless Horseman), the multitude of films in the Halloween series, Friday the 13th series, Nightmare on Elm Street series, and more. 

            Nowadays, I’m a tad too old to go Trick-or-Treating, though I’ve been known to wear a costume or two on Halloween.  The house is always decorated with pumpkins, ghosts and vampires.  There’s always a bowl of treats awaiting munchkins in costume – my favorites are the poor babies who have no clue why they are wearing such cute bulky costumes and who are way too young to eat the candy they are receiving.  One day they’ll resent the fact that Mommy or Daddy dressed them up as a huge pumpkin and pushed them around in a stroller all night.  After all, who is really going to eat all that candy when the Trick-or-Treating is done, huh?  Certainly not baby who hasn’t even grown in teeth yet!  Most of the time around Halloween, I sit myself in front of the television and watch a bunch of scary movies and wait for Trick-or-Treaters to arrive.  I’m always a bit generous with the candy when the kids are bashful.  Lately, most kids will just stuff their hands in your candy bowl and make off with handfuls of candy.  But it’s the one or two bashful kids who mumble “Trick-or-Treat” and are polite enough to wait for you to give them their candy who get the most goodies from me.  They remind me of me and my siblings at a different time patrolling the neighborhood, always aware that politeness got you the best treats.

            Happy Halloween, everyone!  May your treats be many, your tricks be few, and may your parents not dress you in something that no self-respecting Trick-or-Treater would ever be caught dead in! 

A very special thanks to for all of the terrific graphic art images used in this story.

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