SEACOAST HISTORY HUMOR
Massachusetts has had a lock on history for too long. The northern New England states get no respect and scarcely show up in the history books. But one New Hampshire satirist has had enough, and blowing the lid off the oldest and fishiest scandal in American history. (See below)
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The lid is off, Massachusetts. And we're steaming.
For nearly 400 years New Hampshire residents have watched Bay Staters wallow in holiday gravy, taking credit for the founding of our Nation, but the cover-up is over. We know there was a second Thanksgiving, and we know why.
It was a neat little scam all right. Just pretend it never happened, pretend that those Massachusetts settlers survived with a little help from the Indians and God. The truth is, right from the start, New Hampshire was bailing the Pilgrims out of a desperate situation.
The record shows that life took a turn for the worst after that first fat Thanksgiving, and by 1623 people in Plymouth Colony were real depressed, even for Puritans. That's why Governor Bill Bradford sent Miles Standish off to find food, anything to keep the newborn colony alive.
NH saves the Pilgrims
Of course Standish made a beeline north, like a Bostonian heading to New Hampshire for cheap cigarettes. He crossed the imaginary border and right away met David Thomson (some spell it "Thompson"). The first New Hampshire settler, who was only a few weeks into building his "great house" called Pannaway Manor, which stood near present day Portsmouth. Now we call that scenic spot on the coast Odiorne's Point. It's a big hit with the tourists.
Thomson, an early entrepreneur, dropped his housework and brought as much codfish as he and his crew of fishermen could sail down to Plymouth. He knew the Separatists were an odd lot who liked to exile themselves from other countries, but New Hampshire's first citizen was big hearted, and looking to make a profit.
Old English records show that Thomson might have been a Scot and an apothecary. Reports say he was a just, scholarly, and gentle man who could easily converse with the Indians. Thomson was the kind of self-made, selfless, fish seller you could build a national holiday around – if you had a nation – which we didn’t yet.
The second Thanksgiving
According to Pilgrim father Edward Winslow, that's exactly what happened in July 1623. In a letter to a friend in England, Winslow mentioned a terrible famine and the fortuitous arrival of a man from "Pascatoquack, where he liketh well". Those of us who today live on the Piscataqua River still liketh it very much.
Soon after Thomson and his cod came to the rescue, a supply ship from England arrived, and Pilgrim father Winslow wrote that it would not be proper to "content ourselves with private thanksgiving for that, which by private prayer could not be obtained." So, in the Pilgrim's words, another solemn day was set apart and appointed for that end." Thanksgiving II, courtesy of New Hampshire.
The Codfish Thanksgiving never made it into the history books. Bradford wasn't going to let a fishmonger from the Granite State take the tang out of his cranberry sauce. Bradford does mention Thomson's visit in his chronicle of Plymouth Plantation, but says nothing of the celebration. Whenever he mentions Thomson again in his writings, it is only to carp about how the man's crew was overfishing the Atlantic Ocean, or to complain that the Piscataqua settler was giving shelter to the rogues being tossed out of Plymouth. Thomson, you will remember was a kind hearted sort.
A few years later, even Winslow was referring to the commercially successful fishing settlement at Pannaway as just another "abortive attempt" at colonization. Next thing you know, the Massachusetts Bay Colony decided to annex the whole province of New Hampshire. We don’t get no respect in the history books, then or now. Sure Thomson tried to make a few pence off the Pilgrims.
The cover-up exposed
Why the cover-up of Thanksgiving II? It's as simple as the message Deep Throat whispered to Robert Redford in an underground parking garage in that movie about Watergate -- "Follow the money." This Turkeygate scandal incriminates everyone from Squanto to John Smith, from the makers of Hallmark cards to whomever butters up those Butterball turkeys.
Think about it. Where are the little candles shaped like David Thomson and his wife Amias, the little codfish mobiles, the popout centerpieces of Pannaway Manor? Somehow, even way back then, Bradford knew he was sitting on a gold mine with Thanksgiving. It had all the elements of commercial success, an emerging nation, Indians, adventure, religion, feasting, family strife, racial harmony, colorful costumes. The spin-off products could dwarf the licensing fees from Star Wars.
How Bradford managed to control all the future vendor licenses is still uncertain, but the paperwork will drift to the surface someday. Despite similar ceremonies from Maine to Virginia, he managed to stamp Thanksgiving indelibly with the Massachusetts state seal. Today his ancestors reportedly still squeeze a secret user-fee out of every pumpkin pie and every Thanksgiving TV special.
Few know that it was Sara Hale a woman from New Hampshire who convinced Abraham Lincoln to proclaim Thanksgiving a national holiday in 1863. She brought her case to the media for 20 years until she won, but the Pilgrims stole all the press clippings.
Well, a loyal band of David Thomson fans want restitution. We demand that the New Hampshire fisherman be raised to his rightful position at the head of the Thanksgiving table. Comply, or we’ll keep up the siren’s song that New Hampshire has been singing for decades. It’s a slow, but profitable revenge. We get plenty of income by enticing Mass shoppers over the border to liquor stores and malls with our seductively scanty taxes. We taunt them north with our foliage, ski slopes and blue lakes. We make them wait in long lines for hours on the highway while we pick their pockets. We hardly build any public restrooms.
And we’ll keep the pressure on until the governor down there issues a formal apology for ignoring us at Plymouth, and at Bunker Hill, for that matter, and for stealing Daniel Webster. Put more fish on the menu this Thanksgiving, you turkeys, or we will keep writing these cod pieces.
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