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24 Much later, retired from the Coast Guard and trying to make a living as a writer, I never forgot how those three \you\letters gave me an insight into how most human beings go about longing in secret for more of their fellows to express appreciation for their efforts.

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25 Now, approaching another Thanksgiving, I have asked myself what will I wish for all who are reading this, for our nation, indeed for our whole world -- since, quoting a good and wise friend of mine, \wish for us, of course, the simple common sense to achieve world peace, that being paramount for the very survival of our kind.

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26 And there is something else I wish -- so strongly that I have had this line printed across the bottom of all my stationery: \

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Thanksgiving, like Spring Festival, brings families back together from across the country. Waiting for her children to arrive, Ellen Goodman reflects on the changing relationship between parents and children as they grow up and leave home, often to settle far away.

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2 My friend announces this as we swap recipes and plans for Thanksgiving.

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3 I stop; amused for a moment at the language we now share. \the people who call their adult children, 'the kids'?\ ÎÒã¶ÁËһϣ¬²»ÓɶÔÎÒÁ©ÓôÊÏàͬ¸Ðµ½ÓÐȤ¡£¡°´ÓʲôʱºòÆð£¬¡±ÎÒÎʵÀ£¬¡°ÔÛÃdzÉÁ˰ѳ¤´ó³ÉÈ˵Ä×ÓÅ®½Ð×ö¡®º¢×Ó¡¯µÄÈË£¿¡±

4 We laugh briefly at the passage of time, at thoughts of our own mothers who still refer to us as 'the girls,' and then she pauses.

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6 (1)This is the week when our friends bring in the younger generation, eagerly harvesting them from bulging airports. We noisily arrange children, nieces, nephews, cousins around tables, placing them like good china that we take out for special occasions. Õâ¸öÐÇÆÚÊÇÎÒÃǵÄÅóÓÑÃǽ«Ð¡±²´ø»Ø¼ÒµÄʱºò£¬ÊǼ±ÇеذÑ×ÓÅ®´ÓÈËÂúΪ»¼µÄ»ú³¡½Ó»ØÈ¥µÄʱºò¡£ ÎÒÃÇæÂҵذ²ÅÅ×ÓÅ®£¬Ö¶×ÓÖ¶Å®£¬ÌÃÐֵܱí½ãÃÃʲôµÄÔÚ²Í×ÀÅÔÒ»Ò»¾Í×ø£¬¾Í¸ú°Ú·ÅÔÚÌØÊⳡºÏ²Åż¶ûÒ»Óõľ«ÃÀ²Í¾ßËÆµÄ¡£

7 These energetic offspring do not come over the river and through the woods anymore. They struggle past check-in counters and wrestle their gear into stuffed overhead bins. They migrate back on airlines whose owners pray with their overbooked hearts that the weather will hold. ÕâЩ¾«Á¦ÍúÊ¢µÄºó±²²»ÔÙ´©ÁÖ¹ýºÓ¶øÀ´¡£ËûÃǼ·¹ý¼ìƱ´¦£¬Ê¹¾¢µØ°ÑÐÐÀîÈû½ø×ùλÉÏ·½ÂúÂúµÄÐÐÀîÏä¡£ËûÃÇ´î³Ë×ÅÃñº½¿Í»ú·É»Ø¼Ò£¬ÄÇЩ¹«Ë¾ÐÄÀïÏë×Å¿ÍÂúµÄº½°à£¬Æíµ»×źÃÌìÆø³ÖÐøÏÂÈ¥¡£

8 (2)It is a testimony to the joyful pull of family that Americans saturated the air and highways this week to return to the place they no longer live but nevertheless call home. To get home for the holidays.

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9 Yet my old friend has touched, however delicately, on that other truth about a country scattered over generations and geography. We have gone from family life as everyday, from knowing every sock in our children's drawers and every frown on their faces, to welcoming them home to designated guest rooms.

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10 We have visitation rights in each other's lives now, say my friend, a mother in 617 who looks forward to greeting the children from 415 and 011. We keep in touch, we catch up, we say hellos and goodbyes. But we are still trying to learn how to compress \quantities.

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11 My friend is not complaining. Neither of us longs to return to those wonderful yesterdays. The nests that once felt empty now feel roomy. ÎÒµÄÅóÓѲ¢Ã»Óб§Ô¹¡£ÎÒÃÇË­¶¼ÎÞÒâÍ˻ص½ÄÇÃÀºÃµÄÍùÎô¡£Ò»¶ÈÏԵÿÕÂäÂäµÄÀϳ²Èç½ñÏԵÿí¿í³¨³¨¡£

12 More to the point we raised our children to look over the horizons. We told them, the world is yours, go for it. One by one, they went for it, to 305 and 215 and 406. It is, after all, the American way.

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13 So we email and travel and are grateful at how much easier it is to keep in touch -- at least virtual touch -- today than when our parents were young. We take joy in the \own lives.

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14 Yet at times an unpatriotic thought crosses our minds. Is this American way, this long-distance family, an odd tradition as unique to our people as Thanksgiving?

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15 We are a nation of movers, founded by people on pilgrimages, populated by those who were willfully or forcibly uprooted. Our national mythology is based on the lure of kicking out and starting fresh. (3)We moved west and west again on a promise of the last best place, which turned out to be just a way station. ÎÒÃÇÊÇÒ»¸öǨáãÕߵĹú¶È£¬ÓÉÇå½Ìͽǰ±²ÒÆÃñ´´Á¢£¬ÓÐÒâ»ò±»ÆÈÀëÏç±³¾®ÕßÔøÔÚÕâÀï¾Óס¡£ÎÒÃǵÄÃñ×åÉñ»°½¨Á¢ÔÚÀ뿪¼ÒÔ°£¬ÖØÐ¿ªÊ¼ÕâÒ»ÓÕ»óÖ®ÉÏ¡£ÎÒÃÇÎ÷½øÔÙÎ÷½ø£¬ÆÚ´ýµÃµ½×îºóÄÇÆ¬×îºÃµÄÍÁµØ£¬¶øÄÇÈ´Ö»ÊÇ·ÉÏÒ»¸öСվ¶øÒÑ¡£

16 Even Robert Frost's most familiar and most American definition -- \is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in\where you stay.

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17 From the middle of the age spectrum, my friend and I have seen elders move from house to condo, north to south, aging sunbirds still migrating. On the other side of the generational sandwich we watch our children's words. They are \home\

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19 These questions hang lightly in the November air as we turn the subject from comings and goings of children to the advantages and disadvantages of chestnuts in the stuffing. This is the time, after all, of celebrating reunion, not musings about separation.

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20 \table. It is each other. And somewhere between the turkey and pies we settle down to savor togetherness.

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