BY: ONCLE JOHAN KLASSEN
Yesterday it the Tanksgiving and the Pradja axed us to tink of all the tings we’re tankful for. At first, I tought, oba, nay, it’s yust too difficult, but dan I was malking the cows and I comed up with many things yet. Here them are:
- Zoat. Without it, my life would have yust no meaning at all.
- I am zaya tankful for my Fru Aggie who makes for me yust the best summaborscht a Mennonite boy could ever ask for. Aggie still uses the same recipe our Grandma Klassen made for us when we were yust children.
- My fields had not so many rocks this year. Avery year rocks and more rocks, but this year, not so many like since 1961.
- Now dat I tink of it, I’m also tankful for my jackass Knels. He keeps the foxes away. I’ve always liked jackasses. Aggie likes ponies, but for me jackasses are nicer.
- South Blumenort has the yust the best Trajchtmoaka so for dat, too, I zaya tankful. He knips and knacks like no one this side of Schanzenfeld.
- Rhubarb – for platz or for eating normal. I yust like rhubarb any way you do to it.
- Well, I should say I’m tankful for living in Canada. Russland was good for a while, but dan came Makhno. Paraguay is too hot but some cousins say it’s not bad down there, but Canada is a good country so I tink.
- Papsi. If they gives to me Coke, I say to them, “Nay, oba, nay, yust Papsi I drink” then they bring to me a Papsi. And when they bring to me a Papsi I am so tankful for it.
- Well, I’m sure there are more tings to be tankful for. Do you have any ideas yet? What are you tankful for?