Thanksgiving 2018: The Children of the Children of Israel

Studio photographers shot mountains of photographs of contract actors, often with holiday themes. This is a charming Thanksgiving  photo. The actress is Barbara Kent, (b. Barbara Cloutman, 1907- 2011) a popular star in the silent era best known for twice starring opposite Harold Lloyd, “Welcome Danger” (1929), and then “Feet First,” (1930). But her very best role was in a little known but quite wonderful silent film “Lonesome,” (1928). Seraphic Secret wrote a memoriam for this lovely actress when she passed away. You can find it here.

As far as I know, there are only two countries in the world that were founded on the idea of hope.

America and Israel.

And what was the hope?

I think that’s Fay Wray with Don Ameche, preparing Thanksgiving dinner.

The hope of achieving religious freedom, and freedom from the tyranny of centralized government.

The Children of Israel, fleeing Egyptian slavery and religious persecution, settled the land of Israel over 3,000 years ago, thereby fulfilling G-d’s eternal covenant with the Jewish people.

The Pilgrims saw themselves as the children of the children of Israel, escaping a British Pharaoh and crossing a liquid desert.

In fact, so complete was the Pilgrim identification with the Jewish narrative that they seriously considered making Hebrew the national language.

Israel and America are religious and national twins.

At Casa Avrech, when we gather for our Thanksgiving meal, we go round the table, each of us listing our reasons for being  thankful.

The kids laugh because I always say the same thing:

“I’m grateful that Karen married me.”

Well, I’m still grateful that Karen married me. I’m grateful that our daughters are lovely and generous young women. I’m grateful that our sons-in-law are kind and loving husbands. I’m grateful that our five grandchildren, Maayan Ariel, Lielle Meital, Livia Yarden,  Ariel Chaim, and Pinchas Tzvi are bright and happy children.

I’m grateful that the memories of our twenty-two years with our late son Ariel zt”l are filled with joy and pride in his piety, modesty and goodness.

I’m grateful that America makes this wonderful life possible.

I’m grateful that Donald Trump is President.  The Supreme Court will be saved from the radical leftists Hillary would have appointed. President Trump is systematically rolling back Obama’s anti-business regulations. And the economy is growing rather impressively. My friends and relatives in Israel are breathing a huge sigh of relief. They dreaded a continuation of Obama’s anti-Israel policies.

The left told us that Barack Obama’s election was historic. They told us that Hillary’s election would also be historic. But Donald Trump’s election is historic too. Mr. Trump is America’s first President who is a businessman, a political outsider, a man without a law degree. He’s also the first American President who is trying to keep his campaign promises. He moved the American Embassy in Israel to Jerusalem, Israel’s capital. President Trump has also cut major funding to the IslamoNazis who call themselves Palestinians, a faux nationality dreamed up by the KGB in the mid-sixties. And with the great Nikki Haley as America’s Ambassador to the UN, the United States is, at last, finally standing up to the Jew-haters of that vile collection of tyrants and cowardly appeasers.

President Trump is also the first American President with Orthodox Jews in his closest circle of advisors, his daughter Ivanka and her husband Jared Kushner, and their children who attend yeshivas.  And this drives secular American Jews out of their minds because their true religion is not Judaism but Marxism.

Anyway, once upon a time—before anti-American leftism became all the fashion in tinsel town—Hollywood loved America and the Judeo-Christian values that are foundational, and Thanksgiving was celebrated by all the studios with still photos featuring their contract stars.

Alice White is gloriously politically incorrect as she goes native. On today’s university campus she would be lynched by the oh-so-tolerant left.

Alfred Hitchcock celebrates Thanksgiving.

Vera Allen en pointe with blunderbuss as her Thanksgiving meal looks on. This photo is so nutty one can only admire Hollywood’s chutzpah.

Ann Miller serves up the Thanksgiving meal.

Audrey Hepburn feeds dinner to the dinner.

Jeanne Crain sharpens her axe.

Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney are the all American sweethearts making their Thanksgiving wishes.

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable celebrate Thanksgiving, 1940.

When I first met Karen’s mother, Celia Singer z’l, she asked me if I ever heard of Lowell, Mass., the city to which her family immigrated from Lithuania when Celia was 7 years-old. “Sure,” I said, “that’s where Bette Davis is from.” “Can you think of anybody else? I racked my brain. “Jack Kerouac?” “You got it,” she cried. delighted.

Dorothy Sebastian, a star of silent cinema whose career extended into sound, looks like she’s decided to make her turkey into a pet instead of a meal.

Shirley Temple Black ponders the meaning of Thanksgiving.

Doris Day, an animal rights activist, looks genuinely distressed at the turkey’s fate.

This is the only Hollywood Thanksgiving photo I’ve seen that suggests prayer and piety. The actress is Paula Corday who appeared in about thirty B films.

Marsha Hunt hunts her Thanksgiving dinner. A high fashion model before becoming an actress, Hunt authored a delightful book, The Way We Wore: Styles of the 1930s and ’40s and Our World Since Then

Marilyn Monroe celebrates Thanksgiving. I have a feeling that MMs costume is not exactly authentic to the period.

We wish all our friends and relatives a happy and meaningful Thanksgiving.

God bless America.