I’m not a big fan of plays. There is one, though, that I dearly love. It’s Thornton Wilder’s Our Town. It was written in a different time, the year 1938.
I’m not even sure when I first saw the play, but I think I was a teenager. Regardless of when it was, it made a lasting impression on me.
With the holidays fast approaching, I was thinking about Our Town the other day for no apparent reason. I was thinking about a column to write and for some reason this phenomenal play came to mind.
Not that the play itself has anything to do with Thanksgiving or Christmas especially, but more to do with relationships, and of life and death.
When you and I think of special times, we often think of family get-togethers we have at Thanksgiving and Christmas and the people we spend them with.
As a child, we always visited both of my grandmother’s houses on Thanksgiving and Christmas. My grandparents lived across the field from each other in the town of Geraldine in Dekalb County.