We took the ferry from Long Island to Connecticut on Thanksgiving morning and sat next to a family that I noticed were super busy doing something crafty (it’s like a radar I have). Their table was covered on feathers, paper, glue — it was like a slice of crafty heaven! — I couldn’t resist asking what they were up to, and it took all my self-restraint not to ask to join in.
They were on their way to a Thanksgiving feast where the hosts played the Pilgrims, and my ferry companions would be the American Indians. This was a tradition of theirs that they’d doing for years, and as you can see from these pics, the kids have grown up.
I’m thinking if we do this trip again next year, I’ll make sure we get on that boat early so I can snag us a table, and I’ll have a variant on their project (not sure my siblings would want me walking around going “Hey, Pilgrim” all day long).
Here’s a couple pictures of my kiddos Thanksgiving’y hats from the past: