The Mayflower did not arrive in the New World on the shores of Cape Cod until November 1620. The pilgrims docked at Plymouth Rock in December of that year.
The Plymouth Colony’s first winter was brutal.
Stephen John Featherstone, a trapper and a member of the Plymouth Colony, worked hard to build the new settlement. A handsome, redheaded Irishman, Stephen was born in Devon, England, in 1600. Often, he enjoyed watching the ships sail away.
When Stephen was released from debtors’ prison, he, too, sailed away. Convincing the Mayflower Company he could be of assistance as a trapper, he joined them on the journey. Trapping and fishing came easy to him and served him well. A big-hearted man, Stephen survived the early years trapping beavers and foxes.
Later, the Wampanoag Indians showed the Pilgrims successful methods for agriculture, fishing, and hunting. Their mutual Thanksgiving was a delicious and memorable occasion.
The Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Indians united in a spirit of thankfulness and prayers to God for His many blessings.
Interview with Stephen
What does Thanksgiving mean to you?
Stephen: It is the day we say “Thank you, God,” for protecting us from wolves, a grueling winter and giving us enough to eat. We sit together as a family, laugh and remember that sharing makes everybody rich in the heart.
Do you have a favorite saying?
Stephen: Every morning you open your eyes is a good morning to be thankful.
What made the Plymouth Colony self-sufficient?
Stephen: Agriculture, fishing and trading made the colony self-sufficient.
Tell me about your family.
Stephen: I am married to Patience Turner Featherstone, and we have one boy, William, and a little girl, Mary, all with bright red hair.
How do you make a living?
Stephen: Wearing my coonskin cap, I catch beavers, otters, fish and foxes. I use the warm fur for making hats, mittens and coats. I sell or trade the items.
What is your favorite meal?
Stephen: I enjoy deer meat, fish and succotash. The Wampanoag Indians taught me how to make succotash. The bear fat makes it so delicious.
A final thought?
Stephen: Well, friend, the beaver waits for no man, and neither do hungry children. May your days be full of laughter and seconds on pumpkin pie.