On a recent trip to Upstate New York, my friend Jackie came across these fantastic Eagle Candlesticks and knew they needed to be part of my spooky display at my Annual Witches Tea. She was right, they add just the right eerie spooky vibe and a bonus is that every witch looks great bathed in candlelight.
So, on the first Thanksgiving, Catherine ate and celebrated with gratitude their survival of that first year. As the sun set on that day, they were not done celebrating, the men lit a bonfire, but they needed something to light the long table.
Catherine jumped up from the table and exclaimed, "I have just the thing." She ran into her cabin and grabbed the Eagle Candlesticks she had brought over from England. They had given her courage and sustained her with light. They served as a reminder to fly high like an Eagle, especially during that first trying year in America.
And now, those candlesticks grace my piano as a reminder to fly high and to give thanks for the sacrifice of those came to America before me.