Because itâ€™s Thanksgiving, and because I have several Australian readers (go figure!), I thought I would tell a story that involved both!
Years ago I had an American co-worker who had spent much of her childhood living in Australia where her fatherâ€™s job was located. Every year, in an attempt to keep some of their familyâ€™s American traditions, her mom would make an entire Thanksgiving meal â€“ turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and the whole works â€“ in the dead heat of the Australian summer. She claimed the neighbor kids thought it was so strange that they peered through the windows, spying on this odd tradition of cooking such a meal in the sweltering heat.
Then one day my friendâ€™s dad asked her who George Washington was. She cringed a little and said, sheepishly, â€œIâ€™m sorry, dad. Did he call and I forgot to leave you the message?â€
And thus began that familyâ€™s transition BACK to American soil.