Native American tribes celebrated harvest festivals with ritual dances and other observances of thanks long before the arrival of Europeans. And people throughout the world give thanks for the abundance of harvest. In China we have our Mid-Autumn Festival.
When I was a child in Taiwan, the island of my father's refuge from the Communist on the mainland, every fifteenth day of the Ninth Moon, my parents and their colleagues carried a classroom table to a high terrace cut stone and waited for the moon to rise. They cracked melon seeds, drank tea and ate mooncakes made out of sweet beans, lotus paste, or jam made from dates. I circled the basketball court in my green tricycle bathed in the light of the harvest moon, comforted by the proximity of my parents' voices above me.
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