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Still, this holiday (and Christmas, too) always raised the issue of where to celebrate, for we were part of large extended families with matriarchs in various branches who made it clear their …

Still, this holiday (and Christmas, too) always raised the issue of where to celebrate, for we were part of large extended families with matriarchs in various branches who made it clear their feelings would be hurt if we didn't grace their Thanksgiving Day tables,

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  • 1. Happy American Thanksgiving
  • 2. Preface / Introduction @~~~>The LAST Time I Made This OFFER I was BURIED in calls so I am limiting this to the NEXT 5 PEOPLE ONLY CALL ME NOW - dont miss out! CALL ME NOW for your FREE Internet marketing consultation. $100 value. Let an expert show you RIGHT NOW how to profit online every single day without leaving home. CALL ME -- Liz English -- NOW, (315) 668-1591. LIVE 24/7/365.TABLE OF CONTENTS: 1) Happy American Thanksgiving from Worldprofit.Inc 2) My most memorable Thanksgiving...and oh the memories 3) Thats what friends are for. Thoughts on friendship and the person who knows you inside and out...and likes you Anyway.
  • 3. Happy American ThanksgivingHappy American ThanksgivingHappy American Thanksgiving from Worldprofit Inc.Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. Although here in Canada we already celebrated ourThanksgiving back in October, it is always a good time to say thank you.We would like to take this opportunity to thank our Members and our customers around the world.As a technology and training based company we interact frequently with our customers. Throughuser feedback, troubleshooting of support tickets, debugging of technical issues, hosting livewebinars, and beta testing of new products – you – our customers have helped us tremendously. Bylistening to you, you’ve help us streamline our services, expand our training program, build newproducts, and simplify technical procedures for the benefit of all Worldprofit Members.We thank you for trusting Worldprofit to be your # 1 choice for Home Business Training Systemsand Earn at Home Programs.Today, and every day, we give thanks for your support, loyalty and ongoing Membership.My mostmemorableThanksgiving… and ohthe memories!by Dr. Jeffrey LantAuthors program note. Quick can you name your favorite Thanksgiving song? Unless its "Over theriver and through the woods" (1844), you probably dont have one. But I do. Its called "Turkey inthe straw", and it is a traditional American folk song from the 1820s. And though strictly speaking itwas not written for Thanksgiving, youll have to forego its strict history in favor of the elasticmeaning I shall give the tune and its use. I am sure, in due time, you will forgive me. In any event,start by going to any search engine, find the tune, and put on your dancing shoes... because thisThanksgiving youll be dancing, not just filling out your embonpoint, and belching.What my family usually did for Thanksgiving... celebrated, sanctified, dull.I was brought up in an Illinois family which, like all our neighbors, believed in the verities of God,country, and family. These were the bedrocks on which we built our homes, our communities andour nation. And these three essential parts of American life came sharply together at Thanksgiving,an event which had to be arranged and celebrated in the grand manner... best china, best crystal, bestsilver and food that was quite simply awesome, no stinting contemplated, allowed, or accepted. Wewere Americans, part of the great heartland of the nation, and if we didnt have much to be thankfulfor, then who did?Still, this holiday (and Christmas, too) always raised the issue of where to celebrate, for we were partof large extended families with matriarchs in various branches who made it clear their feelingswould be hurt if we didnt grace their Thanksgiving Day tables, though why they wanted my sisterhttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 3 of 10
  • 4. Happy American Thanksgivingwith her tendency to scream while eating (admittedly she was only in pre-school) and my brother(but that is another story), I as eldest son and eldest grandson (on both sides) could neverunderstand. I knew why they wanted me... "let me count the ways...."The solution to this problem of venue was solved in most years by the simple expedient of appearingat two (or even more) holiday tables groaning under the weight of families who had done well... andstuffing ourselves to sickness accordingly. It is no wonder they felt queasy by days end. Personally Ialways saved room (if at all possible) for the desserts... for here amidst so many culinaryachievements... was sweet perfection in so many alluring ways. Pies of every kind (pumpkin derigueur of course), cobblers, cookies with holiday themes... strudel (we were of Germanic stock andproud)... and the cakes... but enough. Suffice it to say there was no thought of mere sufficiency. Itwas all about excess... in so many ways so that no one could ever say anything else, or even suggestit.Time -- and holiday arrangements -- marches on.Sadly, over time things changed and my father and mother were significant reasons why themulti-mealed Thanksgiving came to an end. Specifically, we moved from Illinois when I was just 16to California, where family (as Charles Manson and hippies from Haight-Ashbury proved) had analtogether different meaning. And so, unless my father decided (and my mother concurred), forfathers sister and his wife did not love each other, unless, that is, we were going to our Cartercousins ranch in Bakersfield, we stayed home... and invited people we liked, who were neverrelated. In short, we went from the traditional Thanksgiving of too much of this, too much of that,people we "had" to like because we were related, to Thanksgivings we invented... and, as wediscovered later when sociologists explored American migrations, most other people were doing thesame thing. And thats why my mother, Shirley de Lauing Lant Phelps de Barlais y de Kesoun, and Iwere in the port of San Pedro, California en route to Baja California for Thanksgiving, 1985.Fourth book, second Thanksgiving out of America.I have always been of an industrious nature and my breakneck pace through 1985 made clear that Iwas a man on a mission, going places, meeting people. I had my fourth book underway, a publishingcompany to oversee, an international consulting business, a multitude of lectures nationwide, and anationally syndicated program on the Business Radio Network. Managing time was of the essence..and this precluded vacations and other ways of wasting time, including voyaging to a part of theworld in which I had absolutely no interest. But, then, my mother did... and she was a veryformidable woman. She named the destination, I ponied up for the tickets, and so we boarded one ofthe floating restaurants and bars they call cruise ships, where eating and lassitude are the order of theday, every day.We were booked as Dr. and Mrs. Lant, which while absolutely accurate was also the seed for amemorable (and oh so wrong) deduction... because, you see, on this ship, as on all such vessels, theladies of a certain age always out number the gents... and so the hopefulness which alwaysaccompanies these ladies on board always quickly wilts.My mother was a stylish and youthful looking woman and made a point of so appearing, to bestadvantage. I was, as usual, slovenly, a demolisher of clothes, even those from the best shops inBoston and England. Still, as Agatha Christie once observed, old clothes properly cut are alwayssuitable attire for a gentleman. My mother strenuously disagreed, but here her jeremiads fell on deafears.Still...one memorable evening, a woman of the purple-haired ilk sidled up to POM (Poor OldMother) and asked how long wed been married... and how shed managed it; (no doubt wantinginstructions on how to secure as willing mate one as young, winsome, and obviously God-favored ashttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 4 of 10
  • 5. Happy American ThanksgivingI.) Freud must have had a conniption.And that was just the beginning of the memorable holiday voyage.My mother and I worked as a team; she was admiral, I cadet. The moment after we arrived on board,she took a page of her cream colored stationary as Baroness de Barlais y de Kesoun, gold coronetablaze at the top, and sent a charming message (of which she was past mistress) to the Captain,advising him a celebrated author was on board whom shed like to present. That "celebrated author"would have been me. That note she delivered post haste to the purser along with a First Edition ofmy book "Our Harvard," suitably autographed by that self-same author. She always traveled with afew copies...The next day I sat in a deck chair, enveloped in a plaid blanket, hands chilled, writing the currentbook, "The Unabashed Self-Promoters Guide: What every man, woman, child and organization inAmerica needs to know about getting ahead by exploiting the media." For all that I had to be thawedout each evening, I was making lickety-split progress... and could still dance attendance on HerLadyship, my mother. It was a model that worked...The Captain requests...In due course, of course, the Captain responded... not just with an invitation to the table at dinnerwhere he held court but to cocktails in his luxurious private quarters. We dressed accordingly; (myHarvard blazer was wrinkled but its insignia buttons were solid gold.) When we discovered he wasGreek, we should have recalled the old maxim "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts..."He was a man of charm, information, and what we Midwesterners call schmaltz. As such he wasvery good company, paying every courtesy to the Double B (as we termed the double Baroness, inher own right, too). But there was something not quite right... which became instantly apparentwhen, in paying my mother an exaggerated farewell he tickled the inside of my hand, in a mannerwhich could not possibly have been misconstrued. I meant to tell her... she would have roared withlaugher and indignation. Which brings us to our unique Thanksgiving on the high seas.On board, one ate and participated in activities which could never quite obscure their purpose: to letair out of bloated stomachs. One of these activities was the time-honored "talent show" which wouldhave been anything but... except for POM. She had an idea to sweep the boards... she always did...and with her vision, energy, imagination and unparalleled ability to shame people into doing things,she generally succeeded. "The First Thanksgiving".POM dragooned one passenger after another into taking part in what was certain to be the winningentry: a sure-to-please musical rendition of the first Thanksgiving, with dialog by me and directionby... but you can guess who. Despite frequent (ever escalating) reminders that the script needed tobe written, yours truly did not write the script; instead falling victim to Demon Rum... and so whenPOM came to get me for dress rehearsal (a bare hour before the opening curtain) she found her boydrunk as the lord he was. No script. No excuse. No hope.But still the show went on, though I had to ad-lib every word, including musical cues to the band,which gamely played our game. Pilgrims said the silly things they would say... Indians (face-paintperfect) acted aboriginal... and "Turkey in the straw" rang out frequently as passenger Pilgrims andIndians ran about the stage capturing passenger turkeys. Then le tout ensemble sang "God BlessAmerica". Of course we were cheered to the echo, and I got the kind of hugs and kudos I expected...and she had deserved.My Thanksgiving this year will be dull indeed without her... for she is making friends and raisingcane in a better place, where she will know, for certain, I would write this article and remember....http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 5 of 10
  • 6. Happy American Thanksgiving***** What are your favourite Thanksgiving memories? Let us know by posting your commentsbelow.Thats what friends are for. Thoughts on friendship and the person who knows you insideand out... and likes you anyway.Authors program note. Id forgotten this song by Burt Bacharach and Carole Bayer Sager, but whenI went in search of just the right tune, the right sound for this article there it was.... the perfect choice.Its "Thats what friends are for". It was introduced by that raspy voiced charmer with the emotivetug Rod Stewart for the 1982 film "Night Shift" .Youll find it in any search engine. Go now, find itand play. Its the easiest listening with corny lyrics that just happen to be completely true.To tell you the truth, when this number came out I didnt pay much attention. It was "pop" music,my attitude about the entire genre skating perilously near to contempt. But things have changed a lotover the last several decades... or maybe Ive just mellowed like people constantly tell me, especiallypeople like Ned whose opinion on this matter is worth hearing since as my oldest friend hes in aposition to know. Lets see how that happened...Edmund V. Henry.Many years ago, my father Donald Marshall Lant impressed a man named Edmund V. Henry. Thisfact was to have the greatest possible influence on my life, as I have never admitted before. Notfrom malice, but from something far worse and more destructive... sloth. Now I aim to correct thisgrievous fault and make, I hope, generous amends... starting with the man my octogenarian fatherstill calls "Mr. Henry" though "Mr. Henry" is now no longer amongst the living.Mr. Henry liked my father and my father liked him which makes theirs the first significantfriendship in this multi-generational story. What would have attracted Mr. Henrys sharp notice (andhe was amply stocked with keen perception) was my fathers strongest suit -- loyalty. People notonly liked him (easy to do) but came to rely on him to do what he said he would do... and never letthem down. A person on the way to managerial success always needs such people on his team, cannever have too many and goes out of his way to support those fate delivers. It is what smart leadersdo.Mr. Henry saw a man of skills, of dependability... and, above all, of fidelity. And so as Edmund V.Henry moved up, Donald Marshall Lant moved up... and far away from where they both started, insuburban Chicago..."California here I come" -- reluctantly.Edmund V. Henry was the kind of man who expected success... and was willing to do what it took toachieve it. Hard work never bothered him. He had every virtue prized by the Rotary Club, to whichhe should have belonged if he didnt. He was manly, athletic, a person who inspired trust, backed byhis scrupulously kept word. You knew where you were with Ed Henry. He believed in God, theGreat Republic, family -- and the full panoply of infallible dogma assiduously propounded by theVatican. This fact could hardly have been more significant... particularly for his dozen children.My relationship.When my father told me towards the end of my freshman year at Downers Grove (Illinois) highschool that we were leaving for Los Angeles, I was despondent, angry, seeing no opportunity in theGolden State... but only unbearable loss as only a dramatically inclined teen-ager could see things.Mr. Henry, who offered my father promotion if hed go West was Nemesis, not benefactor. Andbeing capable of smoldering (none better) I am sure my adamant opinion was heard... but nothttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 6 of 10
  • 7. Happy American Thanksgivingfollowed.And so because of Mr. Henry and the bright promise of California, a beacon not yet obscured ortainted, we left all the verities behind... loved grandparents, a town where we knew everyone andeveryone knew us, the very school itself built by my grandfather. Aunts, uncles, cousins, every pathand sidewalk intimately known and cherished... even the acres of violets which carpeted the verdantway to the ambling creek... all this gone. Who was responsible? Edmund V. Henry and a lifelongfriendship that far transcended any business relationship. My father literally bet the ranch on thisaccord.Ned.It is now time to introduce you to the protagonist of this story, Edmund Junior, always called Ned,though I artfully plied him with any number of clever variations and rearrangements, "Nedrick"being amongst the more mild. Youll be glad to meet him and learn more. Heres your opportunity.Ned is the first son of Edmund V. and Rosemary Henry. He is now 60-something, right smackbetween me (65) and my brother Kevin, a smidgeon over 60. I have known him virtually since themoment of conception. I am therefore his oldest friend and qualified to comment.The different path.In his early days Ned was the fervent Roman Catholic son his ardent father desired. Thus, the subjectarose naturally of Ned becoming a priest, credit to God, his bishop, his priestly order, his father, hisfamily, and himself. And Ned, then, embraced this possibility, the more so as it was stronglyrecommended by Los Angeles Bishop Timothy (later Cardinal) Manning, Neds staunch benefactor.He first saw the priest in Ned, ensured his father saw it, and then, Ned himself... the glowing altarboy who embraced his future with a glad heart and enthusiasm... at first.Thus one sunny California day I, the heir of Protestant Reformation, beheld the dramatic fact of Nedat seminary, garbed in the first of the many sacerdotal outfits his father was sure would follow --priest, monseigneur, bishop, even cardinal, prince of the church. Why not? Bishop Manning was onthe fast track. Why not his acolyte Ned? Every father has great dreams for his first-born son, and Mr.Henry had his. The problem was, and this is perhaps the tragedy of Mr. Henrys life, once inseminary Neds fervor waned. After two years or so, he wanted to leave, his vocation gone, only onething yet to do -- let his father down easy.One thing distinguished Ned then and now. Sweet tempered, good mannered, always determined tomake the people he loved and cared for happy, he had tried what his father so profoundly desired.However as his commitment dripped away, his heart no longer in his vocation, he wished forsomething impossible to deliver... a solution that would give him freedom without hurting his father.Such a solution did not exist...And so he left the seminary breaking his fathers heart and put foot on the path for the most seriousjourney of his life, to find himself and find comfort and self acceptance in the result. His father,dismayed and afflicted though he was, supported Ned, something the more valued because sounexpected, under circumstances so bitter. But Ned was the first-born son, and loved. BishopManning, however, never spoke to him again."The sharp edge of the razor..."During these years he bore a distinct resemblance to the character Larry Darrell in W. SomersetMaughams 1944 novel "The Razors Edge" which became in1946 a compelling film starring TyronePower. The title referred to a line in Katha-Upanishad: "The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to passover, thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard." No one knew this better than Ned... or me.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 7 of 10
  • 8. Happy American ThanksgivingFor I was a constant if often attenuated presence in his life, as one secure of the warmest of greetingsdespite long absences. I have watched as the lovable boy I knew has grown into the equally lovableman I know; a supremely valuable trait that has often proven the catalyst for anything other thanserenity and comfort. Throughout all these many years, literally since his birth remember, I havebeen a factor. As "his oldest friend" that is my right and I cherish it accordingly.That is why just the other day, my sister having provided his current telephone number, I called,saying "This is your oldest friend..." He knew and the years evaporated before our onrushingmemories.Ned is coming to visit me soon. It will be the greatest possible fun. Irreverence will be the order ofthe day. Things profound will be mixed with jokes from long ago. Our much loved dead will riseagain and live in us. Truths will be uttered about each other... and about ourselves. And we willlaugh.... for we are both masters at that.And so the saga of this lifelong friendship will continue, another chapter added, these words sung byStewart more true than ever:"And I never thought Id feel this way/ And as far as Im concerned/ Im glad I got the chance to say/I do believe I love you." And, remember, Ned, Larry Darrell, who started in Chicagoland like bothof us, found the secret to happiness.About the AuthorHarvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of onlineservices for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliatemarketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design,WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home BusinessTraining program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with authorspermission by Elizabeth English http://LizsWorldprofit.comhttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 8 of 10
  • 9. Happy American ThanksgivingResourceAbout the Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a widerange of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home businesstraining, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting,hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 onlineHome Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished withauthors permission by Elizabeth English http://LizsWorldprofit.comSpecial NOTE: you can get all of our bonus items like 100 Techniques to Increase Your Sales, 100SEO Tips and you can already blast your ad to 30,000 per month all from the member area, but youneed to signup first using the link below.If you would like to find out about our business and at the same time Blast Your Ads To 30,000 PerMonth F-R-E-ENo Obligation EVER...PLUS ->>=> 50,000 Visitors to Your Website!=> 100,000 FREE Emailer Credits!=> 10,000 Traffic Exchange Credits!=> 25,000 Advertising Views for YOUR Website!BONUS:Get Our $500 Of Free Gifts If You Signup Now with NO Obligation EVER...==> GetDetailsHereYours In Success,Elizabeth EnglishWebmasterhttp://LizsWorldprofit.com@==>>DEFINITELY Worth CHECKING OUT< >http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com/?rd=ij9PvWeVhttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 9 of 10
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