Weequahic High Thanksgiving Football Game

by Jacqueline Klein


As I recall....

this would be right around the time to start making exquisitely detailed plans for the Weequahic high thanksgiving game...it was never too soon to begin thinking about shocking pink or turquoise mohair sweaters, matching turtleneck...matching stretch pants and matching boots under parkas for the Weequahic Thanksgiving football game...one could not start planning early enough for such an event...pink sam goody hair rollers from kaye's drug store ready to go...I even had a rube goldberg portable hair dryer of my own...and a huge golden can of spraynet to hold that fragile pageboy in place in a blizzard wind...and a little bit of revlon intimate perfume...the Thanksgiving game, was, for me, what the cannes film festival might have been for others...and then...of course...the night before...my mother and I would take out my grandmother's beautiful, old dinnerware and iridescent goblets for our special thanksgiving table... ... ... ..my father was the designated coconut cream pie-driver to and from the tavern pantry....and even if it wasn't entirely magical as it happened...it certainly seems that way in the wonderful glasses that look backwards in time with the gentlest rose-colored glow..... (I also send kind greetings to my new friends at this site who have shared their treasured stories and gracious hearts....)


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