Here in the Detroit, Michigan area, three items are synonymous with Thanksgiving Day: America’s Thanksgiving Parade down Woodward Avenue, a Detroit Lions football game (every year since 1934) and turkey with all the trimmings … and done in that order.
In my daily travels through the ‘hood, I began to see a lot of scarecrows crowding into front gardens before the petunias even quit blooming. I always get a kick out of their smiling faces, so I’ve been collecting photos of them, knowing one day I’d have enough to do a Thanksgiving post, so here goes.
Tackling Turkey Day.
When you’re dealing with scarecrows, perhaps “tackling” is a tacky word to use – after all, they’re not football players, so a big tackle could easily take out a limb, or a head … if you’re a scarecrow that is. After all, they’re just stuffed with straw as you know from the many scarecrows impaled on a bamboo pole (ouch) that appear in homeowners’ harvest décor this time of year.
And, speaking of stuffing …
Besides spending the day with family or friends, the best is yet to come at dinnertime. But, whoa – wait a minute! The Thanksgiving Day feast is more than just enjoying that turkey. There is a ton of prep work first … and it’s more than simply calculating how long to cook that big bird, because first you have to stuff it.
Gee – perhaps “stuffing” is a poor choice of words to be throwing around in this Turkey Day post. Yes, how uncouth, because, after all, our flopsy-mopsy friends are stuffed. Their innards are straw, their arms and legs are raffia – even their hair is some type of straw. So, perhaps a better choice of words for that seasoned moist bread that is inside the turkey and/or piled high in your grandma’s bone china dish, would be to use the word “dressing” so as not to slight our scarecrow pals. A fun fact is that south of the Mason-Dixon line and in Canada, they call it “dressing” not stuffing … which brings me to another topic.
Dressing up for Turkey Day.
Many jokes are made about wearing loose-fitting clothing for the Thanksgiving feast – do you do this? Our scarecrow friends don’t have such worries … heck, a flimsy dress with nothing on beneath it (oops) sure takes care of the tight-fitting clothes dilemma. No wonder she is smiling. 🙂
And, BTW, just like these two scarecrow gals, sometimes those designer dresses look similar, but it’s okay if someone shows up with your exact same outfit, but a different-colored hat and pinafore, because scarecrows don’t have angst like humans do about such things. (All scarecrows shop at Michael’s craft stores.)
The guy scarecrows really luck out – they wear pants secured with a rope belt that unties after that second piece of pie, like these two; check out the easy-peasy belts below. It’s all good … (except for being impaled on that pesky pole).
Hail, hail … the gang’s all here!
Grandma’s there waiting at the front door with sloppy kisses and open arms. She’s a hugger like most Grandmas.
As the relatives arrive for dinner, bringing appetites (but no flowers, wine or candy) …
… some of them will be seated at the kiddies’ table.
The rest are at the main table – hopefully everyone brought their best manners and left their political views at home.
Someone’s bound to tell a bad joke about how sloppily Grandpa carves the bird and it’s an OMG moment as everyone gasps and is left speechless.
And of course Grandpa cops a real attitude after that.
This guy is eyeing the sweet potato pie … (despite saying his lips are sealed to any dessert as he must watch his boyish figure). He says this same line every year … ho hum.
When dinner and dessert are over, and the last dribbles of gravy have been dabbed from their flour sack faces, Frank grabs his fiddle and bow and asks (wait for it) …
… if anyone is up to dancin’ to “Turkey in the Straw”?? (Groan)
I hear those scarecrows do a mean two-step!
Happy Thanksgiving one and all!