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'I was so homesick my freshman year of college that my cousins bought me a plane ticket to come home to Nashville for Halloween.
Halloween! It was a fantastic extravagance, the unintended consequence of which was that I really couldnt come home three weeks later for Thanksgiving and then turn right back around and come home for Christmas. I would have to spend Thanksgiving at school.
Though I had some budding college friendships, none of them were close enough that first semester to rate an invitation to someone elses house for the holidays. I went to Sarah Lawrence College, a half-hour north of Manhattan. I lived in a nice dorm that had once been someones house. There was a kitchen downstairs. I figured I could sit tight and wait out the long weekend.
Were I to put a pin in the map of my life and say, here, this is where adulthood began, I would place it on that Thanksgiving weekend in 1981. I was 17 years old. . .
On that freezing holiday weekend when my adult life began, I not only learned to cook, I learned to read. There was no improvisation. If the recipe said two teaspoons of chopped fresh sage, thats what went into the pot. Beat the egg whites for seven minutes? I looked at my watch and went to work.
I did not glance at those instructions, I followed them, so that even now when someone claims they dont know how to cook, I find myself snapping, Do you know how to read? Paying close attention to the text, and realizing that books can save you: Those were the lessons I learned my freshman year of college when school was closed. I then went on to use this newfound understanding to great advantage for the rest of my life.'>>>
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(5,196 posts)I also went to college outside of NYC, in Tarrytown, NY, but in the 1950's.
Flying home to Ohio in November for several days was not an option, as I would be for Christmas in December for a much longer period.
I can't even remember who took me in, but roommates and friends must have come through, as I didn't spend Thanksgiving Day o campus.
I do remember one, though, one who invited me for her family home on the New Jersey shore.
All these many years later, I appreciate the outreach of strangers and their parents who opened their homes and hearts to a young person who would have been alone otherwise on a special holiday.
elleng
(136,055 posts)I attended college in Ohio, and as home was in NY, home for Thanksgiving was not an option. I particularly recall the year of JFK's assasination, and visiting a friend's home, family, and synagogue that year.