Back in 1941, President Roosevelt made it official: it's the fourth Thursday of November. In my case, I did not know a thing about Thanksgiving when our family settled here in the fall of 1964.  We landed in Miami and made our way to Wisconsin a week later. By mid-November, or roughly two months into our American experience, I saw kids in school putting up turkey posters about the upcoming holiday. I asked my mother.  She had no idea, either.  I asked my father, and he said that it was something about "giving thanks." Finally, Miss Jones, that grade-school teacher I was blessed with, sat me down and explained the full story, from the ship crossing the ocean to the landing at Plymouth Rock to the terrible first winter and eventually a day to say thanks for surviving it all. It did not take long for me to get into the Thanksgiving mood. We Cubans always had lots of reasons to give thanks.  We survived...(Read Full Post)