No, this is not a serious post – not really, unless you are a candle Pilgrim. Ah, Pilgrims . . . I have written of them often. But these are not the most-recently mentioned Pilgrims of the ornament kind; no, they are candles. Little candles for sitting on a Thanksgiving table and, usually not lit, but put away for the next year.
Last year, a couple of them got scooped up and mistakenly put in a box that went to the hot attic. I believe they were with Christmas things – you know how I like to leave the Thanksgiving guys out for Christmas. (I even have a turkey hanging on the tree, well, maybe two turkeys . . . or more.)
So, awhile back while going through a decorations box, I found this Pilgrim.

I was aghast; I put her aside. But yesterday, I showed her to Quentin. Here’s the complete picture with Shane really interested in the background:

Quentin decided the best thing to do was let her fulfill her destiny. So we put her on a plate and lit the wick. Then he and Der Bingle took Shane to the fairgrounds and a few minutes later I was yelling at Summer, “Hey, her head’s on fire! Oh my gosh, her head’s on fire in two places!”
Then she was a glob of wax; it just didn’t seem right to take a picture of that.