More Cranberry Sauce?
My theatrical career, meager though it was, began in kindergarten circa 1959, when in a Thanksgiving play I was a the head Pilgrim. I remember my one line of dialogue which was, “Hark, it is our friends, the Indians!” This was the cue for the friendly Indians to join us friendly Pilgrims on stage for our turkey-based gut-busting feast. We sat around a picnic table and pretended to eat lots of paper food off paper plates. Comity reigned and our parents applauded this faithful representation of the first Thanksgiving. It was, of course, utterly inaccurate in form and substance. The actual events were far more nuanced and interesting.