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In 1863 President Abraham Lincoln issued a Proclamation stating that Thanksgiving would be the last Thursday of November. Prior to Lincoln’s Proclamation, Thanksgiving celebrations varied from year to year with the dates and months constantly changing. Then in 1939, when Thanksgiving fell on the last day in November, President Franklin D. Roosevelt was concerned that a shortened Christmas shopping season would dampen the economic recovery. He issued a Presidential Proclamation changing the celebration to the second to last Thursday in November.

Not wanting to deviated from tradition, some states refused to move the date of celebration. For two years, the nation and some states celebrated Thanksgiving on the second to last Thursday of November while other states continued to celebrate on the last Thursday of the month.

To unite the nation and end confusion, Congress decided to fix the date of the holiday. On October 6, 1941, the House passed a joint resolution declaring that the last Thursday in November was a legal holiday. The Senate, however, amended the resolution establishing the holiday as the fourth Thursday, which would take into account those years when November has five Thursdays.

The House agreed to the amendment, and President Roosevelt signed the resolution on December 26, 1941, thus establishing the fourth Thursday in November as the Federal Thanksgiving Day holiday.

H.J. Res. 41, 10/6/1941, Records of the U.S. House of Representatives

Senate Amendments to H.J. Res. 41, 12/9/1941, Records of the U.S. Senate

“Connection exists. There is immanence and transcendence, and everything beyond and in between. My tradition calls this connection God Herself.”

—  T. Thorn Coyle
Kissing the Limitless: Deep Magic and the Great Work of Transforming Yourself and the World

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Just image how hard it kills Cullen inside not to be able to go with the Inquisitor to fight the final battle, that he isn’t there with his shield & his sword to defend them, protect their back, to give his life for them if need be. Whatever it takes to make sure they back alive. That he’s left watching from afar, unable to act, to do anything. Suddenly he’s back all those years ago, helpless again, to stop or change what is to come. This time it’s worse, because it’s not just a fellow soldier or an nameless innocent, no he knows this face, knows their name & voice & laughter, how they sound when they wake up beside him, remembers their smile & how their lips feel, how their hands fit perfectly between his own. He knows this person better than any other & what they make him feel like for the first time in his life. He doesn’t want to let it go, doesn’t want to let them go. He can’t.