So you think (Editor’s column, Nov. 24) there’s nothing lucky in making a wish from a bone ripped from the breast of our Thanksgiving turkeys; that it’s nothing like wishing on a star or on the rare but lucky four leaf clover. It’s a bird bone.

Now the wishbone comes from the bone closest to the heart of that bird that provides us sustenance and warm bellies, and our own thankful hearts, at least one day out of the year. And don’t you always wish on things that are good and true? What is truer than the very marrow?

And if you don’t know the reason for the waiting ‘til it’s dry, for the breakin’ of the bone, let me tell you. First you must always have patience before you make a wish, to be sure it is the right one. Sometimes that takes ‘til July. And then of course, you must wait for the portion of the bone which is the most flexible and giving, having been closest to the heart, to know the right of it and bend towards that.

You say you don’t recall a wish made over a bird bone that ever came true. Think back to a good and true child’s wish you might have had, and I think maybe you’ll find different.

Annie Horton

Greenbank