Before I share the idea that I got from Grandma Mary, I need to give you some background information. Many, many years ago, Mary (before she was a grandmother) asked me to be the back up piano player and the synthesizer player and the player of elegant rhythm instruments (i.e. cloppers) for her singing group. She had faith in me. Highly misplaced, but faith nevertheless. I managed to squeak by without embarrassing the group too much by my brilliant musical inability.
I left the group after being with them for about five years. Time marched on. I developed wrinkles, flabby arms, gray hair, Alzheimer’s, tinnitus, and a propensity to be the same miserable musician that I was in days of yore.
Recently, Mary called. Will you join the group for one last Christmas season?
She must have Alzheimer’s, too, and can’t remember just how bad I played. Or else she is extremely desperate. I think it’s a case of both. I acquiesced. (For you non-logophiles, that means regardless of all of my failings and lack of musical ability, I said yes. Seems like I have the inability to say no when I know better . . .)
Come to find out, Mary expects me not only to play the synthesizer and rhythm instruments, but she needs me to sing with them. Can’t she remember that a chicken with a sore throat sings better than me? And if singing isn’t bad enough, I have to do dance steps and make elegant motions with my flabby arms. She doesn’t expect much from this old geezer, now does she?
That brings me to what I wanted to share today. (If I had an editor, she would have made me delete the 197 words that I just wrote. I’m rather glad I don’t have an editor. Rather.)
Mary is a grandmother and has a grundle of grandchildren. I can’t remember how many she has. It’s that Alzheimer’s thing, ya know.
Anyway, as the singing group practiced in her family room, I noticed a village of cowboys and Indians off to one side of the room. It happened to be an activity that she did with her grandchildren at her grandma camp earlier this year. (Seems like grandmas everywhere are having grandma camp!) Maybe after the holiday season and after all of the musical performances that we have, I will take time to talk to Grandma Mary to get more of her ideas of what she did at her grandma camp so that I can share them here!
I whipped out my iPhone and took some pictures because I think this would be a fun activity to do with grandchildren for Thanksgiving Day. (I haven’t taken the time to fix them up in Photoshop to make them better. Oh well. You still get the idea.)



For the Indian teepees, her grandchildren tied string around the end of three sticks and then hot-glued them to a cardboard base. They cut half circles out of brown paper grocery bags, glued them over the sticks and then decorated the teepee.
For the covered wagon, the wagon was a milk carton spray painted brown with a white strip of paper glued on as the ‘cover.’ Mary got wooden wheels at the craft store and then cut dowel sticks and jute string for the tongue and yoke of the wagon.
The granddaughters made handkerchief dolls. The large piece of material was draped over a Styrofoam ball with yarn tied around the neck area. Yarn was attached for the hair.
Now, I know that this is more of a ‘pioneer’ activity. But at least you could use the Indian part as a Thanksgiving activity with your grandchildren.
Have any of you created any Indian-and-Pilgrim things like this with your grandchildren?
P.S. Here is a fun idea for turkey cupcakes. Cute, cute, cute! Oh, and a fun table setting for children. (Maybe I’ll do this for the ‘adult’ table so I won’t have to worry about fine linen table cloths and lovely centerpieces.