By Rivka Ruderman (’29)
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A Publication of the Goldie Margolin School for Girls
Rewriting Plymouth
A creative writing tale
idden away on an isolated island off the coast of England lives a tiny group. Remnants of the original Puritans, forgotten by time, are clinging to their traditions. Trying to escape the modern world of 2025 has become the focus of their existence.
One of their faithful members, Isaac Butten, was sent to North America. They had heard that religious freedom was a strong value there. It was becoming too hard to keep modern values out of their society, so they hoped to rebuild in a new land. A letter came from Isaac after he landed in Massachusetts Bay, but ever since,
communication has been scarce. Rumor has it he was eaten by the natives, but one community member, Christopher, never believed that was anything more than town gossip.
Christopher never liked town meetings. He always thought that they were just an excuse for everyone to complain, and no one ever agreed. Luckily though, the current meeting seemed to be quick and to the point.
“My fellow Pilgrims.” booms the voice of Governor Bradford. “We have received a letter from Isaac Butten with critical information." Gasps echo in the crowd as people shift anxiously in their seats. Murmurs break out, but are promptly extinguished by the governor's thundering voice.
“Silence. The letter reads, ‘My fellow pilgrims: set a course to the land of Massachusetts Bay. I will be waiting for you in the town of Plymouth. I have learned many things about the people here – they are very strange. Most of them are friendly, but some are very odd. I fear I will soon run out of food, and hunting is looked down upon here. Best wishes, Isaac Butten. P.S. Could someone please go by my old cabin and check if I left the stove on. I could have sworn I didn't but it's been keeping me up at night.’
“We will set out for Massachusetts Bay tomorrow morning. Pack only what you can’t live without. Food and water will be provided.”
Being a people that rejects modern transportation, the Puritans only travel by
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Pilgrim confused by a cell phone.
Photo Credit: Rivka Ruderman (’29)
horse-and-buggy or boat. Knowing this day would come, the top boat builders have recently finished a new and improved Mayflower. The Mayflower 2.0 is capable of carrying every man, woman, and child in the Puritan community across the Atlantic Ocean. After many grueling weeks at sea, Christopher finally sights land from afar.
“It is still early in the morning,” yawns Governor Bradford. The creases in his face have deepened from the exhausting journey, but a newfound hope twinkles in his eyes. “We will begin our search for Isaac Butten and rendezvous back here at dusk.”
Christopher, his fellow Pilgrims, and their families set off in search of Isaac Butten. As they climb up the rocky shore, a crowd of people gather, staring at them. Some hold up glowing rectangular devices in front of their faces.
by, “HEY
GET OFF THE ROAD BUDDY.”
A giant vehicle unlike anything Christopher has ever seen zooms past at a deadly rate.
Ignoring the staring natives, they set off down a nearby road when a loud “HONK.” shocks Christopher into jumping out of the way, followed
“Whew. That was close,” thinks
Christopher, now walking to get as far from that road as possible. When he sees a giant building that reads “Plymouth Mall” in glowing letters.
“How can those letters possibly be glowing so bright?” asks Christopher to no one in particular. “This must be the work of God. It's a sign. Maybe it means this is where Isaac is.” So the odd looking party of Pilgrims set off to
As soon as Christopher and his family walk through the doors of the mall, they hear loud yelling, babies crying, and merchants selling goods. He spots a group of men in matching white button down shirts with “Red Sox” in red boxed letters and different random numbers on the back. They are all staring at a rectangle that looks similar to the
ones that the people by the shore were holding but much bigger and with a moving picture on its flat surface. Entranced by the magical box, Christopher walks closer, looking at the screen. It shows a field with four white boxes in a diamond shape with people standing around them. The group of men are all chanting “Red Sox, Red Sox, Red Sox.” while pumping their fists in the air. It seems like the natives worship their gladiators as in ancient Roman times. When observing their enthusiasm and devotion while chanting their prayers, Christopher is awe struck. Even coming from one of the most religious groups in the world he has never seen anyone put that much heart into their devotion.
All of a sudden Cristopher hears a faintly familiar voice out of the loud commotion.
“Hats, hats for sale, fifty bucks a hat.”
“Isaac? Is that you?”
“Christopher. You made it. I’ve been selling hats at this mall for three years waiting for you. I found a great place of like-minded folk where we can live. It's called Amishtown. The people there have taken me in. They taught me how to speak German and play the harmonica.”
Christopher stood in wonder, not knowing what awaited them in this new place, but hopeful that their new freedoms would lead to exciting adventures.
The preserved bones of Issac Butten.
Photo Credit: Rivka Ruderman (29)
By Maytal Davidovics (’29)
Every year, the president chooses one or two turkeys to save from being eaten on Thanksgiving, known as the presidential turkey pardon. Is the presidential turkey pardon just another silly tradition or is it one with real significance? In its modern form, the turkey pardon is a cute annual tradition. However, this tradition has an incredibly strange history behind it, the roots of which are equal parts fascinating, bizarre, and quintessentially American.
Dating all the way back to 1873, for forty years, a specific farmer in Rhode Island would send the president a turkey to eat on Thanksgiving. Once this farmer died, numerous different farms worked hard to uphold the tradition. Woodrow Wilson, the president at the time, received hundreds of turkeys, as different farms pounced to secure a job as his main supplier of this Thanksgiving entree. In fact, one farmer from Texas even sent a live turkey for the Wilson administration to slaughter themselves. A few years later, Calvin Coolidge, flustered by the amount of turkeys being sent, opted instead to buy his own turkey, stopping the tradition for the time. But just two years later, he relented and a variety of different animals were sent. This included a raccoon which the president refused to eat and instead made it a White House pet.
Political Poultry
The tradition of presenting a turkey to the president was officially solidified in 1947 with President Harry S. Truman. While some presidents ate the turkey presented to them, John F. Kennedy decided to spare it. He returned the turkey to the farm, saying, “We’ll let this one grow.” President Ronald Reagan started sending his turkeys to farms and petting zoos, and named them starting in 1982. In 1987, Raegan named his turkey Charlie, humorously referring to it as being pardoned and then sent it to a petting zoo. In George H. W. Bush’s first term, he instituted the turkey pardon as a permanent part of the presentation.
Since then, the presentation of a national turkey has been ongoing, with many notable turkeys. Bill Clinton had turkeys Harry the Turkey and Jerry the Turkey in 1999 and 2000 and both were sent to Kidwell Farm’s petting zoo in Virginia.
George W. Bush named his turkeys Liberty and Freedom during his rst year of presidency in the wake of 9/11 to inspire hope.
The next year, Bush pardoned the first female turkey named Katie. There were concerns that the turkeys were not living very long being sent to Frying Pan Farm Park, where the turkeys had been sent for the last 15 years. Therefore, a few years later, Bush sent turkeys
Marshmallow and Yam to be in the Disneyland Thanksgiving day parade, too. President Barack Obama sent his first turkey pardon, Courage, to Disneyland. In 2017, turkeys Drumstick and Wishbone were pardoned by Donald Trump. The next year, Fox News reported that the turkeys were still alive and living a lavish life, while The Guardian claimed that both were dead. CNN officially confirmed that they both had died a year later. Trump's next three years of turkeys were still alive by 2021. In Joe Biden's third year of presidency, he pardoned turkeys Liberty and Bell, both from one of the Jeenie-O farms in Minnesota. The most recent turkeys were Peach and Blossom, pardoned by Joe Biden last year. These turkeys go through quite an extensive choosing process. It starts on a farm with around 50-80 turkeys which are all designed for slaughter with a diet made to increase their size. Then, they take the 10-20 best preened and behaved and, eventually, they narrow it down to two finalists. Their names are decided by White House staff from suggestions from school children from that state. The two turkeys that are chosen are then shipped off to Washington D.C. where they stay in a hotel until the ceremony when they get pardoned. After that, they are shipped off to wherever the president chooses.
The presidential turkey pardon tradition was made from a joke by Ronald Raegan and also from nationalist citizens wanting to give to their president. The biggest reason we still do it today is because of tradition, but it's also just fun and there’s nothing more American than that. This year, Donald Trump is presenting the pardon turkeys on Tuesday, November 18 and the submissions for the name were due November 9, so make sure to tune in.
Etta Kurinsky (’26) is happy that a turkey is getting saved.
Photo credit: Maytal Davidovics (’29)
Turkey: To Eat or Not to Eat
By Neima Rovner(’26)
Thanksgiving is here, which, for most Americans, can only mean one thing: turkey. Hand turkeys, roast turkey, wild turkey, you name itAmericans have it. But for some Jews, having turkey on Thanksgiving isn’t such a given. When a new food is introduced to the Jewish world, the first question tends to be “Is it kosher?” With turkey, however, the answer turned out not to be so simple.
In Parshat Shemini, when the Torah dictates what animals are kosher or not, it gives signs for both land animals and fish to be kosher. A land animal needs to have split hooves and chew its cud, while a fish must possess fins and scales. With birds, however, the Torah lists twentyfour categories of birds that aren’t kosher and any not on that list is kosher. Over the years, exactly what most of the birds on the list are disappeared from our knowledge. Because of that, the Mishnah lists four criteria that make a bird kosher: it isn’t doreis (the standard understanding of this is that it doesn’t seize its food with claws), it has an extra toe, it has a crop under its neck, and it has a peelable gizzard.
There is a disagreement between the Rishonim (early rabbis) about whether or not we can use these criteria as the sole consideration when figuring out if a bird is kosher nowadays. Many Sefardi rabbis, such as the Rambam, hold that it can be. Ashkenazi rabbis, such as Rashi, disagree and hold that one can only use these criteria when taken hand-inhand with a mesorah (tradition) that these birds are kosher. Therefore, Ashkenazi Jewry developed the custom to only eat birds which have a mesorah that they’re kosher. When turkeys
became central to the American Thanksgiving feast, Jews wanted to partake as well. There was only one issue: there was no mesorah that turkey was kosher.
A little history detour: When Christopher Columbus came to America, he instigated the Columbian Exchange. In short, American goods such as pumpkin and turkey made their way to Europe while smallpox and horses made their way to America. Among the American goods was turkey. By the turn of the century,
turkey was all the rage in the Old World, including in Columbus’ sponsor country, Spain. There, the Sefardi Jews, relying on the opinion of the Rambam, examined the turkey for the Mishnah’s signs of a kosher bird. Having found them, they incorporated this new bird into their diet. Enter the Ashkenazim. They saw that the Sefardim were eating turkey freely and assumed that they had a mesorah for it. Despite not having a mesorah of their own, the Ashkenazim decided to accept the turkey as kosher. As it had in
Europe, the turkey quickly spread across the Jewish world and became an accepted part of a majority of Jews’ poultry consumption. Before anyone could blink, turkey was a staple in a Jewish household.
A majority of world Jewry accepted this ruling, but not all. The Shelah (a 16th century rabbi) was of the opinion that one shouldn’t eat turkey. As with anything, there is a dispute over why the Shelah doesn’t permit turkey to be eaten. One opinion is that he saw a turkey being doreis (as he knew what that meant), and so declared that it didn’t fit the Mishnah’s criteria. Another, more popular opinion explains that he claimed there was never an actual mesorah that Ashkenazim can rely on to eat it. Turkeys snuck their way into Jewish diets and it wasn’t until a while later, when it was already a staple for Ashkenazim and Sefardim alike, that people began to question the legitimacy of the turkey’s kashrut. When the discussion finally surfaced, many decided that it was still perfectly fine to eat turkey and hold that it’s kosher. The Shelah, however, decided that it wasn’t. Unless there was a trustworthy mesorah (which, it seems, there wasn’t), Ashkenazim couldn’t eat a “new” bird. Because of this, followers of the Shelah must find a different way to fill their Thanksgiving table.
The debate of whether or not turkey is kosher was solved with a classic answer: it's a machloket (disagreement). Sefardim can eat turkey with no problem. For Ashkenazim, however, some hold that they can eat it while others hold that they shouldn't. Followers of the Shelah, a minority but there, are especially careful not to eat it. So, whether your Thanksgiving meal is centered around turkey or if stuffing is your main event, there are many great ways to enjoy this Thanksgiving.
Sara Klein (‘28) accepts her turkey-less Thanksgiving dinner.
Photo credit: Rachel Sanderson (‘27)
By Rachel Sanderson (’27)
ITwo Sisters, Two Paths
n this week's Parsha, Parshat Vayetzei, Yaakov runs away to Charan. There he meets Lavan, who had two daughters: Rochel and Leah. In perek Chuf Tet passuk Yud Zayin, the Torah describes them in very different ways.
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“Leah’s eyes were tender, but Rochel was beautiful.”
Rashi comments on Leah’s eyes, saying that they were tender because she cried. She thought she was supposed to marry Esav. In those days, the oldest sister was supposed to marry the oldest brother. The fact that Leah was so broken up about this shows her spirituality. She wanted a life of holiness, and she knew she could only have that with Yaakov, not Esav, a known rasha. Eventually, her prayers were answered, and she became the mother of six of the tribes.
Rochel is described with physical beauty, but her inner strength is just as powerful. She was willing to give up her love for Yaakov in order for her sister not to be embarrassed on her wedding night. That kind of sacrifice takes immense strength. Leah represents the inner world of spiritual struggle. She knew she wasn't Yaakov’s first choice for a wife, yet she became the matriarch of many of the tribes. With every tribe she bore, she expressed her gratitude and connection to Hashem. With Reuven, she said, "'
“Now my husband will see me.” With Shimon, she said, "
”“G-d has heard that I am unloved.” With Levi, she said, "םעפה
”“Now my husband will become attached to me.” By the time she reached Yehuda, she had transformed from wanting her husband’s validation to pure
gratification of Hashem. With him, she said, “ה תא הדוא םעפה”“This time I will thank G-d.” She knew that Hashem is the One who made it possible for her to have this role, and she changed her prayers to be those of thanksgiving towards Him. Her suffering remianed internal throughout her challenges and she accepted it with grace.
Rochel, on the other hand, is the outer world of beauty. She has her own struggles with childlessness, jealousy, and loss. Despite this, however, Rochel was always a kind and generous character, as
demonstrated by the famous story of her wedding. On the night she was destined to marry Yaakov. Rochel’s father Lavan switched her sister Leah in her place. Even though Rochel must have been in incredible pain at that moment, Rochel gave her sister the secret signs taught to her by Yaakov in order for her sister to not be embarrassed. After giving up her dream for her sister, Rochel then
struggled with infertility for years. When she finally had a child, Rochel named her son Yosef, she said, “May G-d add another son to me,” showing her sincere hope and dream to have another child.
From this story, Rochel becomes the epitome of compassion. When trying to convince Hashem to bring the exiled Jews back to Eretz Yisrael, she mentioned her kindness with Leah. Due to the strength of her sacrifice, Hashem answers her prayers and says, “Your work will be rewarded… your children will return to their borders.” She never stops praying for her children and putting others first.
Rochel and Leah represent two ways of loving Hashem. Leah is the hidden way, loving by prayer and inner growth. Rochel is the revealed path, marked by leadership and outward sacrifice. Together, they form the foundation of the Jewish people. Their stories show that there is no single path to holiness, that loving Hashem can come in a variety of ways. Both paths are sacred and both are equally loved by Hashem. We should learn from Rochel and Leah that, no matter how we get there, loving Hashem is the connection each of us must try and attain. We can take this into our own lives. Some of us are more like Leah, where we connect to Hashem by davening, deep emotion, or through life's challenges, while some of us are more like Rochel- we connect by doing kindness, actions, and being a leader. Both speak to different parts of our neshamot, and both are equally important and holy. This can teach us to honor and connect with our unique way of connecting to Hashem and such Divine providence. Each one of us is on our own path and at our own pace, so we can't compare ourselves to other people.
Sonya (’27) connecting to Hashem through prayer.
Photo Credit: Rachel Sanderson (’27)
The Parade You Don't See
By Chaya Devorah Besser (’29)
Everyone enjoys the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, with all of its floats, products to buy, performers, and so much more. Even major business corporations can have a stake in the parade, since there are tons of opportunities to advertise their services. So much goes into this parade, yet all we see is the final result. Have you ever wondered what happens behind the scenes of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade?
The preparation for the parade starts pretty early on in the year. Almost immediately after one parade ends, they begin to prepare for the next. There’s a lot to arrange, and a year is hardly enough time to get it done. There are many roles to fill for the Thanksgiving Day Parade, ranging from artists, designers, construction workers, and even volunteers for balloon handlings. While some parts of the preparation process are visible to the public eye, like watching the balloons blow up, the work doesn’t stop there.
Miriam Kaplowitz (‘29) had a personal experience. She and her grandparents were walking towards the balloons and they found a security guard. He was already talking to someone so they just slipped past without him noticing. Then as they were walking down the street and looking at the balloons they found another security guard. This one asked them if they lived there, since this area was only allowed for those who lived here or were staying here, and Miriam lied and said yes. According to Miriam, it was definitely worth it to be able to see the parade.
The balloons are huge and have a lot of work put into them, from way before the parade begins to the day before. According to thanksgivingparade.com the balloons can be as big as 70 feet– equivalent to
about a six story building. They cannot be any bigger though, since New York is very windy, and having something taller wouldn't be safe and could topple over. The balloons already have handlers for them, and are expertly engineered and constructed to be able to resist the wind – but these calculations can only do so much. Not only is the inflation process for the balloons complicated, it is also very expensive. Typically the price range is about $100,000 to $175,000. The balloons and floats that are blown up also have to be constructed. HGTV described the process, saying that the floats are built with a mockup, which are either rendered in 2-D drawings or in 3-D printed models. The mockups are used to make full scale models.
a different shade of color, it all has to start as a uniform white. After all the balloons have been painted they are ready to go for the parade
Before Thanksgiving, the parade participants need to rehearse. After all, this kind of parade is streamed throughout the country and it is a huge deal. The artists and entertainers coordinate with managers, agents, publicists, and the bands to get everything perfect. Even more, the technicians, stylists, and choreographers are hard at work preparing the beautiful and stunning entertainment of the parade that everyone enjoys.
The models are made using foam and wood to mimic different elements and structures of the floats. Once that structure is made, it is coated in a compound that makes it waterproof and paintable. The workers paint the floats and then they are ready to go. Balloons also have to be constructed in a similar fashion. The balloon starts off as a sketch and a model in a computer. Then they're cut from a nylon fabric with a coating on it. This coating on the fabric allows it to be melted together to create an airtight seal. Because each balloon has
Safety is also a vital component in this parade. Thanksgivingparade.com reported that there is extensive training for staff on what to do in case a problem arises. The safety team has to know what to do in emergencies and how to manage crowds and the balloons. The safety team has to assess risks, do crowd control, and coordinate with health officials and local authorities. There are also people making sure the balloons are safe and properly sized, running logistics for the broadcast, and even dealing with the filming process.
Overall, there’s so much work that goes into prepping for the Thanksgiving Day Parade that we don’t even know about, but it still remains one of the things to be grateful for this season.
Miriam Kaplowitz (‘29) and her grandmother watching the balloons being blown up.
Photo Credit: Miriam Kaplowitz (‘29)
A Faculty Feast of Flavors
What would our teachers and faculty bring to the table at a Thanksgiving potluck?
By Sara Klein (’28)
Mrs. Crews
Strutting into the equation, math teacher Mrs. Crews is armed with her precious cornbread. After a busy day of teaching not one, not two, but seven classes, Mrs. Crews ran home to prepare. Using her mathematical skills, she followed the formula to the tee, combining all the variables in the right ratios to produce her scrumptious cornbread. When her dish lands on the buffet, the crowd lines up for a square. It’s the solution to everyone’s annual Thanksgiving craving. With her golden, pi-fect cornbread, Mrs. Crews will bring the peak of deliciousness to the party.
Ms. Gray
Mrs. Plotitsa
Hopping in with her hands full, science teacher Ms. Gray will be holding the most colossal pot she has, full of creamy red tomato soup. Made of freshly picked tomatoes from her cherished garden, garlic, onion, and herby variables, it's a delicious mixture of flavorful solutes and a broth solvent. Ms. Gray even used a big ol’ immersion blender to zhujj her soup until it was perfectly homogeneous, with no unwanted pieces or clumps. Like science and math, her steaming tomato soup is sure to pair scrumptiously with fresh cornbread on the side. As Ms. Gray sets the pot down, the aroma of her carefully executed soup wafts through the air, an emulsion sure to be remembered.
Walking in like it’s a runway, Mrs. Plotitsa will stride in holding her biggest size Dutch oven containing a perfectly smoked whole turkey. Now, you might ask, “What makes Mrs. Plotitsa's turkey so special?” Well, her cooking process is long and reliant heavily on the chef having a trademark Traeger smoker and jar of chocolates. In addition, it requires a heavy dose of love, care, and precise planning (something the high school coordinator might know a thing or two about). Mrs. Plotitsa started the procedure at precisely seven AM on Tuesday when she took the turkey out of the freezer to defrost. Once it was completely thawed, she whipped out the sacred turkey syringe, infusing her turkey with melted down margarine, spices, and of course, chicken broth. Next comes the top coat of a secret rub, and carefully placed apples in the cavity. Holding it like a baby, Mrs. Plotitsa places it gingerly on the grill till it reached a whopping 165 degrees— all while taking care of stressed-out freshmen, lazy seniors, and keeping the school in check. As the heart of the school, Mrs. Plotitsa produces the heart of the meal with her delicious Thanksgiving turkey.
Dr. Kennon
Popping into the party, Dr. Kennon will be holding a glorious pumpkin pie. The moment slices are cut, everyone comes running just to get a sliver of her perfectly dense, velvety, delicious pie. To add to the masterpiece, Dr. Kennon created a Thanksgiving-special top layer, consisting of carefully laid marshmallows in the shape of a daisy. She then pulled out her handy blow torch (next on the list of “Things to Bedazzle in the Kennon Household”) to toast the marshmallows to a crispy, gooey perfection. This perfect combination puts Dr. Kennon’s pumpkin delight on the podium of pies.
Mayflower Survival Packs
By Daphna Kam (’28)
The Father’s Pack
Goal: Build and protect his family once.
The Mother’s Pack
The Child’s Pack
Goal: Keep the family fed, clean, and alive.
Goal: Survive boredom, and typhoid.
Etta’s Hot Take
The Pilgrim Leader’s Pack
Goal: Lead, guide, and keep the faith.
Dear reader, I am writing to you from the fluorescent-lit trenches to inform you of something that has been keeping me up at night: Black Friday is an overhyped scam. Black Friday is the consumerist Hunger Games, except, instead of fighting with weapons, you are warding off middle-aged soccer moms who are armed with their frappuccinos and Lululemon fanny packs. Yes, dear reader, 'tis the season where all of the stores are competing for the Overpriced (scammer) Olympics. And yes, I know every Jewish person in the world claims they can resist the temptation of great deals only to end up with an electric fireplace, a seventy-two inch TV that is practically the size of your wall and is hanging out of your Honda Odyssey (no one needs a TV that big), and of course, thirty Chanukah pillows with variations of Hanukkah and Khanukka cheaply woven on. And naturally, how could you not? They were all “50% off.” Newsflash: you most likely paid the regular price or even more, but shkoiach Let's have a moment of silence for your credit card statements this month. But hey, it's tradition, right? I am going to hold your hand (shomerly of course) while I say this. People traditionally used to beat their children, and that's not publicly acceptable anymore, so I think you will be okay changing this tradition, too. Unless, of course, you or your child are training for the MMA and you don't mind wasting all of your money, and to that I say, “carry on.”
GMSG SNAPS
Hodaya and Aliza pull off the greatest trick shot of all time.
Photo Credit: Rachel Sanderson (’27)
Eliana’s attempt to stay healthy in the dorm.
Photo Credit: Sara Klein (’28)
Daphna shows the dark side of NCSY shabbatons.
Photo Credit: Margalit Goldkin (’26)
Mrs. Grunwald’s class, proudly sponsored by
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Hodaya and Debi show the new GMSG student around school.
Photo Credit: Sara Shimanovich (’26)
Margalit shows off the newest fashion trend: PostIts.
Photo Credit: Aliza Wiener (’27)
Rachel stocks up on food for her next “low” emergency.
Photo Credit: Yaheli Zalman (’28)
Yaheli is transported back to the 17th century.
Photo Credit: Sara Klein (’28)
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Goldie's Guidance
Dear Goldie,
Every year for Thanksgiving dinner, my entire family gets together. What you need to understand is that there are eighteen people crowded around the dining room table, eating, drinking, but mostly talking (or screaming over each other). Once the food is all placed on the table, we go around and have to share one thing we’re grateful for. You might think this is a nice tradition— WRONG. Last year, my grandfather was going on and on about his time being a dentist in the army while my divorced aunt was explaining stuff about makeup and fashion. What does that have to do with gratefulness, you may ask? I have absolutely no idea. My question to you is how to prevent occurrences like this in the future, because this year, when it’s my turn to share, I want to be the coolest daughter/niece/third cousin once-removed there ever was. Sincerely, Cool_Carmit4EVR
Dear Cool_Carmit4EVR,
Wow, next year I definitely want to join that “entertaining” meal. Your family spieling on about their nonsense lives is out of my control, but an anonymous kick from under the table never killed anyone before – if that’s what it comes to. Remember, you can always blame it on the turkey. When it’s your turn to share, grab your knife, lightly tap your glass as a dramatic effect, and begin. Then, make sure you start by saying, "I'm grateful for my family, friends, and this meal.” Only afterwards can you insert your cool abilities and anything else you may want to add, like a funny story (of you). You start by buttering everyone up and getting them to listen; don't be a coward, use your outdoor voice if necessary. At the end, take a bow, wait for the applause, and lastly return to your seat. Trust me, this method will get promising results every time.
Letter From the Editor
Dear Readers, Turkey dinners, Pilgrims, and gratitude are the themes of this time of year, and there is plenty for Goldie Globe to reflect on. As your turkey roasts, take the time to read our Thanksgiving themed Goldie Globe issue. This issue contains ample reading for the long weekend, Shabbos, and even a special activity for your Thanksgiving table, enough fun for everyone.
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