Who are the  Wampanoags and what do they have to do with Thanksgiving?  Before I get to  the answer, I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and remind you of what  the holiday is all about.  
            For some of us, it is all about turkey and  football. So before you plant yourself on the sofa after that second helping of  Pumpkin Pie to watch your favorite team pounce upon their opponents, stop for a  moment and reflect back to what this holiday really means. 
            September 6,1620 is when it all  began.  When the original 100 passengers aboard the Mayflower set sail  from Plymouth, England to Virginia, they had no idea how they would be thought  of almost 400 years later. (Yes, I did say Virginia, which was their original  destination, but they landed at Cape Cod). The trip took 65 days in rough and  stormy seas. Miraculously 99 of the original 100 passengers completed the trip  alive. 
            So here we are almost 400 years later  and what have we learned about the holiday.  For most of us, it is just a  four-day weekend or as I used to call it the four "F's"  Food,  Family, Friends and Football. Why have we forgotten what the real meaning of  the holiday is all about? 
            The early settlers, who later called  themselves Pilgrims came to America to escape religious persecution.  Many  of them did not survive that first cold bitter winter season. However, they did  persevere.  At the end of their first year, with their first successful  harvest completed, they decided to celebrate with a feast.  
            The Wampanoags  were the first known inhabitants of Massachusetts who taught the settlers how  to grow and care for their crops. They were responsible for the Pilgrims  survival that first winter and subsequent seasons.  Some of them spoke  English because they were originally captive slaves of the British. They were  later released on the mainland after they used up their usefulness. 
            Although the celebration took place  annually, it did not become a holiday until 157 years later.  It was  President George Washington who decreed it to be celebrated on December 18 from  1777 on.   
            It was not celebrated on the last Thursday of November  until 1863 when President Lincoln changed it at the urging of a woman named Sara  Hale who had found proof 17 years earlier that the original celebration  occurred on that day. The first Thanksgivings were days of prayers, not days of  feasting.  
            Little did the Pilgrims know how much  the holiday would change and fall prey to commercialism when in 1939, at the  urging of the National Dry Goods Association, President Roosevelt would move it  back one week to allow an additional week of shopping before Christmas.   
            The American people were so totally confused by the change of the date that in  1941 legislation was signed making Thanksgiving Day the fourth Thursday in  November from that day forward. 
            Therefore, as you start to carve the  turkey and dig into the sweet potato pie and stuffing, stop for a moment and  look around the table.  Look at the faces of your friends and relatives.  Look especially, in the faces of your children and grandchildren and say a  prayer for all that we have.  
            If you don't believe that this is "one nation  under God", it should only take one look at the faces of the ones you love  to know that a divine spirit has guided the path of America from that first  Thanksgiving festival almost 400 years ago until today.  
            While you are at it, say a prayer for  all our brave young men and women of the armed forces who have defended and are  defending us today, so that you can be with your family enjoying the freedom we  so dearly cherish and sometimes take for granted.  
            Thanksgiving should be  a time of reflection and prayer, not just turkey and football.  Then say  thank you for the DVR. You can always watch the game when you get home from  Grandma's house. 
            And, don't forget the Wampanoags.   If they hadn't helped the Pilgrims survive that first harsh winter we might not  be here today. 
            As Paul Harvey says, Now you  know the rest of the story.
            Happy and Healthy Thanksgiving and God  Bless America. 
            And,   that is my opinion.
            
            Michael Solomon
              
              Author of "Where Did My   America Go?"