Our problem was that here, there seemed to be nonstop festivals year-round, while we white-bread Americans only had the Four Big Ones (Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter and the Fourth of July). And because President Kennedy had been assassinated just a month earlier, we were still reeling from that shock. So we probably didn't have a Thanksgiving dinner that year (and there would have been no turkey, in any case).
|Chennakeshava temple in Belur,|
not far from where we lived
My father sought out the town's Catholic priest and asked him if we could come to the Christmas Eve service. As I remember that, it was pretty much like a Catholic church service I'd seen once in California, except that it was spoken in Kannada -- or was it Kannada-inflected Latin? How would we know? (Happily, after that, the priest and my father developed a friendly relationship, conversing amiably about politics, social reform, and, probably, my father's atheistic convictions.)
Some notes: The illos here are all from Google image search.
For more see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chennakesava_Temple
The coconut plantation photo was taken from a train, maybe the train to Bangalore. Not sure where the others are from but I sure did love those picnics at a coconut plantations with our friends, and my mouth still waters at the memory of tender coconuts. Truly a sacred plant.
The Indian Christmas ornament is from ultrabrown.com/posts/laras-theme