From 1951, a short, 12-minute film in which a typical middle class family reflect on their many blessings on Thanksgiving. Dad (a garage mechanic) is balding, Mom knits, the three youngest kids play peacefully on the living room floor, teenager (actually he may be a preteen, I can't tell, but he's sulky enough to be a teenager) Bill is pissed because the family may not be able to afford a turkey this year, and the living wallpaper is hideous.
At least Dad doesn't smoke a pipe.
The film was produced in Lawrence, Kansas. No surprise there.