By Rudy Arizala
Editor’s Note: With Thanksgiving Day just around the corner, Ambassador Arizala recalls his first Thanksgiving Day in the United States. This year’s pandemic is putting a damper on this year’s celebration. How are you celebrating this year’s celebration? Would you like to share it with our readers? Perhaps you would like to recall your first Thanksgiving Day. If so, please send it to metroinfantafoundation@gmail.com.
During my Syracuse University days(1962-64), I had my first Thanksgiving Day in America. Kevin, a classmate of mine at Syracuse University, invited me to visit his married sister in the farm to celebrate with them.
I remember we had roast turkey with apple sauce. The thinly sliced turkey breast taste so delicious and tender. We downed them with red wine. It gave warmth during those cold Winter days. On the table was a yellow flickering light.
We traveled from Syracuse to his sister’s farm in a battered European-made bantam car. While on the road Kevin asked me how’s life in the Philippine Islands, Bataan and Corregidor during WW-2.
Wonder what happened to him after our graduation from Syracuse University Graduate School.
