People of a Certain Age, when you were a kid, did your Mom make you sit down and write a thank you note for every gift and check you received for Christmas or your birthday? My mother did.
I’m glad she did because she was instilling a good habit in me, to say thank you.
The trouble I always had was with the next couple of sentences my five-year-old self felt compelled to write beyond. “Thank you for the check for five dollars.” I felt like I should add another thought or two in my child’s printing style to provide any benefactor with more than just one sentence.
This explains why so many of the letters I wrote at that age included something like “How are you? I am fine.” And then a printed closing “Your friend Danny.”
At that time in my life, I was not prone to commenting about the weather or chirping “how ‘bout them Yankees?” So the letters were short. They were required work, however, and always needed to include the words “thank you.” “Thanks” was too informal.
The advent of Thanksgiving this year got me thinking about thanking. Americans have shared a common understanding about “the first Thanksgiving,” when the settlers from England and Native Americans shared a feast, the settlers thanking God they were still alive and had food. (Not much has been written about why the Native Americans showed up, but they were probably invited, and showing up when invited is good manners.)
Abraham Lincoln is credited with officially designating one day for Thanksgiving in all states in 1863, choosing the fourth Thursday in November. Note that this was two months after issuing the Emancipation Proclamation.
Other countries have set aside official Thanksgiving holidays, too, often toward the end of harvest season. The fact that, today, the vast majority of celebrants do not harvest any of the food they eat at Thanksgiving is beside the point. There is a day when people are encouraged to give thanks, by national proclamation, and that’s just fine.
That’s Thanksgiving, the holiday. What about a life of thanksgiving?
There is a tire dealer in Hawaii who ends every commercial, or radio or television with “thank you very much.” There is something about the earnestness with which the words are clearly enunciated and carefully spoken to make one believe that the fellow (now deceased) really means to thank you for your business.
“Antiques Roadshow” on PBS is preceded and followed by short statements from sponsors that include one citing those of us who contribute money to PBS. At the close of that citation, a woman’s voice sparkles the words “thank you,” making it almost sound like she is pleasantly surprised. It’s hard not to answer her “you’re welcome!”
My guess is that all of us in our About Aging network say thanks whenever someone hands us something or offers a compliment. “Thanks” is as automatic as “how’re you doing?” or “fine, thanks.” It illustrates what Dad loved to call an attitude of gratitude.
Dad loved rhymes. He certainly did not invent that one. He probably preached a sermon or two by that title. He could not have known that Psychology Today would publish articles about the benefits of an attitude of gratitude on one’s mental health, because he died several years before the articles were published.
I thought about Dad’s attitude of gratitude when thinking about thanking. I thought about the almost electric spark that one can feel thanking someone else or being thanked. I felt that the other day when a worker at my house, as he was leaving, thanked us for being “so accommodating to his work.” I didn’t think I had done anything remarkable but he did and he said so, making the next few moments of my life sparkle.
The holiday is a special time to count your blessings, especially the big ones: family, friends, good health, comfortable living, freedom, grace, and so on. It wouldn’t hurt to be grateful every day for these big things, beyond the fourth Thursday in November while eating a big meal.
People of a Certain Age, any of us could make a long list of little things for which we are grateful: the people who keep the electricity coming to our homes; the person who delivers our paper each morning; the engineers who work out traffic, construction, and mechanical stuff; teachers, etc. I’m grateful for the fact that major league baseball will start up again in little more than three months and that skilled people in the Marlborough region of New Zealand make good wine from Savignon grapes.
It is folly to believe that one can feel grateful for bad stuff in life but, hey, sometimes it takes a bout of bad stuff to remind us to be grateful for the good. In Hawaii, “Kimo’s Rules” include: “No rain, no rainbows.”
My Mom got me started in the attitude of gratitude in a formal way, awkward and childish though the messages might have been. My Dad reminded me to be grateful for more than presents. When I remember to live a life of thanksgiving, I honor them, too.
Daniel E. White
November 22, 2018