We're just ending our second week of Thanksgiveaway and it has been incredible! We've received a lot of beautiful, heartfelt, funny, and heart breaking letters. The grand prize (and runner up prizes) of Thanksgiveaway will be chosen at random, but we wanted to let you see a little of what we are seeing and feel a little of what we are feeling. It has truly been a privilege to read what the Goulet Nation is thankful for.
A couple of points before you get reading- if you are submitting a letter, please remember to include your email address!! We won't be able to contact your otherwise, so your entry will be forfeited. If you wrote in and think you forgot your email, please email us at email@example.com so we can take care of you.
So without further ado, please enjoy these submissions!
Submitted by Sharon from Navato, CA:
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Submitted by Robert from Salem, VA:
Submitted by Roger from Newfoundland, Canada:
Submitted by Maja from Delmont, PA:
Andy from Redwood City, CA writes:
During high school my most influential teacher was a man by the name of Mr. Linder. He was my teacher in American Literature during my junior year, and of Shakespeare senior year.
Writing was never my strong subject. I was one of those math and science kids. Even now I'm employed as a software engineer, but for some reason, Mr. Linder always seemed confident in my abilities, and while I didn't get the highest marks, I always received enthusiasm from him about my work that lead me to continue on.
I am grateful and thankful for Mr. Linder and his mentorship. He taught me, in addition to the course material, a lesson I will never forget: to be considerate. It is one thing to stop and help people, but true beauty comes in considering how they interpret the world.
While Mr. Linders has since retired, all of his students will remember that he graded everything in fountain pen with a very harmonious green ink. After asking him, years later, I learned that his ink of choice was the Waterman green I use now. And that is why I classify this as my favorite ink
Van from Palo Alto writes:
As I approach my 90th year, I have much to be thankful for: that I escaped harm in WWII in the Navy in the Pacific; that a GI bill enabled me to go to college where I met the love of my life; that she and I are together after 65 years; that our two sons are alive and well; that as a retired professor I am still able to write; that there are letters from students who, some after fifty years, remember to tell me that I have made some contribution to their lives.
I am thankful for thankfulness.
Susan from Pretty Prairie writes:
The Properly Closed Grave
Wesley, my six-year-old grandson lost his beloved dog, Xena, to cancer on October 16, 2015. He was in school at the time of her death, but his mother brought to the farm for Xena's burial. The body was already at the farm and I had almost finished digging the hole when Wesley arrived. He quietly surveyed the grave then picked up a flat-blade shovel to clean-cut the dirt on the sides to make a neat grave. That done, we gently lowered the body into the grave. Wesley took up his shovel and helped me close. His great-grandmother was there, too, and she asked, "Wesley, do you want me to shovel dirt for you?"
Somberly, Wesley replied, "No. She's my dog. It's my job." When the grave was half filled, Wesley said, "I need water."
I had strung a hose and had it running on a nearby tree. I directed Wesley to it. As I finished losing, Wesley watered-in. When the earth was replaced, Wesley instructed me to "chuk-chuk-chuk" the balde of my shovel up and down to tamp and break up clods. I did.
The grave closed we gathered dry cow pies from the pasture-- ones with Bermuda grass growing through them-- and planted them in the bare soil. Next, we marked the grave with stones and set a sprinkler to water the new grass. Wesley finished by cleaning his shovel.
Only then did he cry. He sat near the grave tears streaming down his face saying. "I did it just like I was supposed to do it-- Like we do it at the cemetery. I did it right... I did it right."
How does a six-year-old know how to close a grave? Wesley goes to Lone Star Cemetery with his Great-Grandad to bury our community dead. It is the last act of love and respect we can do for the departed person. Great-Granddad had taught his Great-Grandson how to properly close a grave.
Wesley transferred that knowledge to the task of burying his dog. Not only did it let Wesley feel in control of a difficult situation, but it brought comfort to his mother as she watched her son bury their pet with love and respect.
I am thankful Wesley has a Great-Grandfather close by... a man who can teach a boy how to do a task right-- even a heartbreaking task like knowing how to properly close a grave. It was the last thing Wesley could do for Xena. It will always bring him comfort knowing he did it right.
I am thankful I witnessed this quality in my grandson. The desire to do a hard job right.
Peter from Liverpool, England writes:
So you want to know what I'm thankful for?
Strangely, it's the tremendous advances in the digital world. Now I know some people think that technology is somehow a massive threat to our analogue world and is putting an end to all we hold dear- such as the humble fountain pen. But: Where would I be without things like THE INTERNET??? Would I ever know about @gouletpens? Never mind being able to order one day and have it in my hands on the other side of the planet in just a few days?
What will the next decade bring?
Matt from Concord, MA writes:
It is nice to slow down and focus on the people and things we are thankful for. It reminds me of a happy evening I had earlier this year. My sons, 15 and 21, are usually busy with their own activities. Everything seems geared towards speed and instant gratification with little contemplation of the large picture. So, it was a happy moment when they each joined me in watching a meteor shower. It was a quiet, patient viewing sprinkle with streaks of fleeting excitement. There we sat glimpsing our part of a larger expansive universe, leaving behind the flashes of light on our local screens if for only a short moment in our lives.
Greta from North Carolina writes:
This is such a wonderful invitation to take stock of those things and people that I’m grateful for. I’ve been thinking about gratitude often lately, and realize that the more grateful people are, the richer they are. So it is with me.
The people I’ve been most grateful for in the last day or so are my neighbors Cathy, Nancy and Cynthie—I’ve learned how to be a better neighbor from them. They come to mind because Cathy and Cynthie just had birthdays, and Cathy and Nancy just came back from 6 weeks in Massachusetts and so we had a potluck last night at my house. They’ve done so many things for me over the years. When my husband died, they brought me food and comfort. When my car broke down or when I need to load heavy things for the house and garden, one of them lends me her truck. They leave things on my doorstep, thank you notes, flowers, gardening tools, freshly baked cookies… all kind of things, some of them as surprises, other times in response to an email or telephone call. We rent bees together; we pass along plants and seeds over the garden fence. We water each other’s gardens when someone is away, feed cats, take in mail or watch over a vacant house. When we are getting in our cars to go to work in the mornings, or climb out of them at the end of the day, there’s always a good visit—whether we just check in with one another or end up talking for close to an hour, standing in the middle of the street.
I’d always been a good neighbor myself, but benign—I’ve always been pleasant and considerate, remembered people’s names, didn’t play my music too loud and didn’t use someone else’s parking space. What these three women have done is to show me that being a good neighbor can be an active participant in the community, recreating its nurturing power over and over again. I leave home grown tomatoes on people’s doorsteps or a bouquet of flowers from the garden when someone is ill. Rob came over to fix my kitchen cabinets, and I left a loaf of pumpkin bread on the table to greet him and his wife when I was taking care of their cat. I’m giving my piano to little Henry across the street because he wants to take music lessons and I don’t use it anymore; his father fixed my air conditioning during a heat wave. I see father and son walking to school in the mornings from my study window, and smile at the new adventure. I brought out a box of books from my own youth, and gave them to the three little girls across the street. I have a lovely hand-made card from them, thanking me for the vegetables from the garden, and recently their mother sent me a banana cake, solemnly and carefully carried to me by her eldest daughter.
What Cathy, Nancy and Cynthie have taught me is that being a good neighbor isn’t simply to do no harm. It’s about reaching out and affirming, supporting and becoming involved in other people’s lives-- and through them engaging in building a lively, trusting community around a group of houses and streets. I’m deeply grateful for these lessons, and for how they give so much to me day after day.
Thanks you for the opportunity to write about them!
If you haven't sent your letter in yet, you still have time! Sit down with your favorite pen and ink, think about the things in your life that you are thankful for, put them on paper, and send them our way. You may be surprised by what you come up with.
As for us, we're just thankful that so many people have been inspired to write in. Have you sent your letter in? We are looking forward to hearing from you!
The Goulet Pen Company Team