Dear Members and Friends,
When I was a little girl, my father worked the night shift at the Fairless Hills Steel Mill. It was rare to see him during my waking hours. He was long gone to work by the time I returned home after school each day, and I was long gone to bed by the time he returned home.
On one Thanksgiving Day, one singular day that anchored itself to my blissful reverie, my father spent the holiday with us, his family. That day, he delayed our dinner for the full-span of Laurel and Hardy's March of the Wooden Soldiers. I basked in the pure pleasure of seeing his broad smile and the honest enjoyment he seemed to have being with us kids and whisked away into Toyland.
For me, this film is a staple of family tradition and togetherness. I've passed that tradition on to my own children, whom I'm sure will pass it on to theirs, and I'm passing it on to you.
The full movie, uninterrupted and in its original black and white format, is available for you here, below, on Thanksgiving Day.
I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I have.
With all my best wishes,
President, Patchwork Storytelling Guild