Thanksgiving 2021

By Edith Morgan


I got up this morning to a clear blue sky, a windless fall day, feeling that all was right with my world. No aches and pains, no complaints, all systems working. And for this day I am very grateful. Most of us who reach my age (I am 91 years old now) are thankful for every day.

And since Thanksgiving is almost here, it is time to take stock, particularly of all that we take for granted. We complain a lot about the small annoyances of daily life, grouse about irritations, criticize those near and dear to us, and generally dwell on the negatives in our lives. So now is the time to take stock of all we have to be thankful for.

Personally, I know I live extraordinarily well – big comfortable house, warm in winter, cool in summer – and full of all the memorabilia that I have accumulated in the past 54 years that I have lived here in Worcester – things that serve to remind me every day as I pass by them who gave them to me and why – keeping my memory sharp.

Good health is such a great blessing, though we so often take it for granted. Time to be thankful for that and to cherish it. Without it, not much is possible.

For me, this year, I am particularly grateful for:

My health, my great neighbors whom I have gotten to know and who in so many ways make my life more pleasant and safe. Besides adding to the cultural richness of this area … I am also grateful to those in the greater Worcester community who serve us quietly and efficiently every day: they pick up our trash and our recyclables, sweep our streets twice a year, come and attend to our street trees when they need trimming and maintain our 60 city parks. And nearby my home here, ever watchful, our fire department stands ready to help.

I am also thankful that I live so close to every possble amenity I could think of, within walking distance. I have always told people that I have birth-to-death facilities here in my Lincoln Street neighborhood: Hahnemann Hospital, Nordgren Funeral parlor, and all the businesses needed for daily life. I am two houses down from Green Hill Park, Worcester’s greatest park – and we have the Joy of Music and The Sprinkler Factory. I could go on and on naming all that we have here, but you get the idea.

I am also grateful that I live and vote in a state which seems by and large to be filled with responsible citizens and provides for its neediest, supports its public education facilities, and welcomes those who are strangers or need asylum. I will always be grateful to the United States of America, which took my Jewish family in when we escaped Europe as the Nazis killed millions in our homeland … We were not able to find refuge anywhere else. I’m thankful for the Quakers who took us to Iowa, taught my parents English and American history and prepared us to become citizens.