Thanksgiving As An Immigrant

The Miller’s and the Schnell’s came to America. They fled Nordka, Russia, because the initial cause for them to move to Russia from Germany were the promises to worship freely, no conscription and their own acreage. In the latter part of the 19th Century all bets were off. Flee or die.

They fled, migrating to the United States in the steerage of cattle boats. Somehow a group of them, identified as German Congregationalist, got to Portland, Oregon, set up worship and worked in the garbage business or meat markets. I had a cousin who made the best German sausage and as briefed before, Henry Miller, my father’s father, picked up garbage.

I think of my ancestry today. How I got here, still without a twang, living in Austin, Texas, bathed in beautiful blue and that’s not the sky color. I think of my Portland family. I think of my sons, one in Chicago and the other in Stuttgart.

I give thanks. Deep thanks. With that are also pangs of frustration, even pain and torment. Far beyond the medical issues of Jason, although that is so very major, the pain of what is happening in our country. I wonder. I wonder what Supreme Court Justice John Roberts and his family will discuss today during their Thanksgiving meal. It could go on and on.

In the mix of that, having food to take with Diane to her sister’s warm home, my thousand-year great friend [it seems like that since the early 40’s when we were living a block apart] Doug White sent me the attached. I read it and wept. For the energy and vision of my heritage. For the ways in which my parents planted values, never to be uprooted, integrity and caring and effort. This link is important to read. My take.

I wish each of you a good day, giving thanks. Know that you matter. Each of you.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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