In 1620, a ship called Mayflower ("May flower") set sail from England. It had 102 people on board, plus the crew. They were the so-called pilgrims, European immigrants who were looking for a better life in the United States.
Twice he had to return the ship to port to repair damage, but finally, the third time, he managed to reach his goal on November 11. They were the first Anglo-Saxon settlers to settle on the East Coast of the United States.
The Mayflower passengers wanted to thank in 1620 because they survived the trip, because they found a home. These pilgrims arrived in the United States late in the winter, and local wampanoags were crucial in helping these early settlers survive. That was another reason to give thanks. And, although over the years and the arrivals of more pilgrims not everyone was lucky enough to survive the journey or find food and a home, the living continued to celebrate Thanksgiving, probably the most important and heartfelt celebration of United States.
It is also one of my favorite celebrations, because it has become a special dinner, in which to gather around the table family, friends and also people who are alone, to share with everyone the fortune of being alive, of having survived the small and great ups and downs of life, and to live the gratitude for all this.