It wasn’t about food or a turkey feast! For us, living in a small German village, it was mainly a special day in the church calendar. Nobody ever ate turkey, not even at Christmas or New Year. It was carp (fish), duck or goose. A great part of the celebration were the children. With their parent’s help, they decorated a basket with all kind of fruits or veggies out of the garden. I envied the children who instead of baskets carried huge bouquets made up of dried wheat, rye, barley and other grain stalks. Those were so much lighter than our baskets! The girls wore a flower wreath like a crown made up of the last of the blooms picked in field and garden. The boys had corsages pinned on the jacket or a hat. We all felt excited and very pretty!
The Pastor’s wife was in charge of organizing us in front of the church while the hymn singing congregation waited inside. The smallest, youngest children, two abreast, came first and were followed by all the others according to size. With the organ playing, we would enter the church and slowly walk to the altar. The Pastor, waiting there, would receive our thanksgiving gifts and place everything on or around the altar. Relieved of our burden we could now go and find a seat with our parents in the pews. The Pastor would pray, thank God for a bountiful year and a good harvest. He always gave a rousing sermon and made everybody willing to donate even more. This ‘harvest’ was going to the poor in the village and the soldiers on the front.
Yes, we surely felt very thankful for every potato and carrot. We were still safe and were not starving. I remember these years during WWII so well. Life has changed a lot after the war. The number of church-goers is down in the big cities but, I can imagine small villages may still be celebrating Thanksgiving this way. The church and the pub provided the social life during my childhood, and it may still be the same. Since I have been living in Canada for the last fifty-three years I have no idea if the Germans adopted the turkey eating tradition but I’ll find out! I used to believe it was a healthy tradition since turkey meat contains tryptophan, a relaxing amino acid which forms the base of serotonin and gets converted in the body into melatonin making you sleepy. I’m disappointed to learn now that it is a myth because chicken and cheese also contain the same amino acid. On Thanksgiving, it is the mass of turkey with all the trimmings (and alcohol) we consume that makes us lazy and sleepy. Personally, I like the dark turkey meat. Restaurants hardly ever serve it because of its high content of cholesterol. On Thanksgiving Day I couldn’t care less!
Feel grateful for the bounty we still enjoy. And share. So many have nothing; millions do not even have a home.
Enjoyed your description of a German Thanksgiving. I always thought this was a distinctive celebration unique to North America, from the pioneers giving thanks for the harvest, and for surviving another year in an unsettled land.
I look forward to your Christmas comments.
Do Germans recognise Hallowe’en?
Another great and interesting post Giselle. I think, like my poetry, your stories are very beneficial therapy. Also very much cheaper than going to a therapist. As in ‘make yourself whole again.’ Well done, my friend.
Did you call it ‘Thanksgiving’ in Germany? For us, in UK it’s the ‘Harvest Festival’, celebrated around this time. In country areas there’d have been a Harvest Supper to follow – less common nowadays, although at our church there is a Harvest Lunch to follow the church service. Last year I was delegated to make the ‘apple crumble’ dessert for about 30-40 people. Thank heavens I had helpers to prepare the apples!!!