Decorating, ornaments, Christmas trees, oh, my! Christmas, one my family’s treasured holidays, is teeming with traditions, which are an extensive part of the holiday season in the Hughes household. From wrapping marathons, to watching “Christmas Vacation”, to blasting Christmas music, to sprucing up the house, to baking cookies, and to fashioning the tree to look its finest, my family is all about the Christmas spirit. So, on the first Saturday of each December, Dad and I hop into the car with our toasty winter coats, hats, and gloves on. We then drive, and drive, and drive to the Christmas tree farm where the next Hughes Family Tree is home to. Picking out the ideal tree was quite the challenge this past year when we had a perfectionist,
Family is a story about slaves, masters of the land, and the interconnectedness of what it means to be “family”. Loretta is the daughter of the Master of the Land and as a child spends time with Sun even teaching him to read. She was going against the law in doing this and she helped him to escape. Loretta was not a mean person; she risked a lot for Sun and truly cared about him. She knew he was her half-brother and treated him with respect. When Sun left he promised he would send for her, but he never did. He sent letters asking how his sisters were and she became jealous. Loretta had power over the slaves because she was the white daughter of the master and as she grew more jealous and learned the ranks in society she changed. She took out her anger and jealousy out on Peach, Plum, and Always. She became evil and all the goodness in her heart was gone. Due to the experiences in her life, she adapted to accommodate for her jealousy and to take on the role of Mistress of the Land. Under different circumstances in a different time period this might not have been the outcome. As a chil...
Attention miss Hampton, I am writing you on behave of my son Trenton Robinson who was wrongfully accused and wrongfully incarcerated. In fact, his post convictional Antony just quick because my son ask him to filed a writ of innocence. My son was not at the scene of the crime. All of the witness states that it was not him. The description of the witness say that the person was 5’11 to 6 fit taulght. With the start tattoo on right cheek, buzz cut, slam built . 19 to 22 years of age. With a mustaches. One of the witness say that: ‘’ the light skin one was much taughler than thee dark skin one’’. This case is not over yet, but what I can tell you BOUT MY SOON CHARACTER IS THAT he is honest, he doesn’t rob people. He always help people. And him
Suddenly you hear a crack. You look over and see an ornament that had fallen off the tree and was pulverized. “Dang it,” you mumble as you go to get the broom and dustpan. “Should’ve bought some ornament hooks.” That is a situation you do not want to happen to you. It could end in someone stepping on glass, and glass hurts. Did you know that about 1,000 people are injured or killed by decorating their Christmas tree? This is why I am going to tell you how to decorate your tree appropriately. So let’s get started!
Every year at the end of November everyone can start to see the emergence of Christmas decorations. The Christmas decorations signal to the public that Christmas is near. And during this time there tends to be many discounts and promotions but out of all the sales hat are offering, there is one major purchase that everyone must face each year, and that is the Christmas tree. But purchasing a Christmas tree can harm the environment, can be high maintenance, and become a fire hazard, an artificial tree is a much better alternative.
On Tuesday, June 12, 2001, at 1:03 P.M., I was officially welcomed into the Arroyo Rodriguez family. Both of my parents are from the beautiful Guerrero, México. Being from México, it is natural that I have a large family. On my dad’s side, his parents had five girls and five boys (my dad being the youngest of all). Those ten gave my grandparents about 60 grandkids (we’re not sure how many kids one of my uncles actually has). Two of my uncles on my dad’s side passed away (one being the uncle previously mentioned). Then, many of those grandkids gave my grandparents about 50 great-grandkids (my nieces and nephews) and then, a few of those great-grandkids gave my grandparents about 4 great-great-grandkids. Out of the nearly 60 grandkids, I am the youngest and because of this, I do not remember meeting, or have not met or ever even heard of a large handful of these relatives. I never met my grandfather
The evolution of the Christmas tree is one brimming with a legend. With notices of everything from Norse Gods to Martin Luther, from the Tree of Life to the Garden of Eden, it is a legacy rich with history and shading. It is likewise a legacy that has turned out to be synonymous with finishing for Christmas.
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
Looking back on my own life and my ancestors is intriguing. Other families and people also have fascinating histories. My family and I have interesting lives and life styles.
As much as everyone loves the holidays, they can be stressful at times! Luckily, your trees are there for support.
As I was wondering about what to write about, I realized that the debilitation of the family unit is what causes so many of the problems today. Drugs, sex, and violence are all prompted by a lack of respect for bodies and other people. Children need to be loved, encouraged, and taught. Without proper guidance a child will not have the confidence or knowledge to make good, morally sound decisions.
My family and family history starts like most people’s. Two people fell in love, they had kids, their kids had kids and so on and so forth. But where we come from and who we are, is a completely different story. From our European roots, to the mixing of our blood once my family migrated to America, my family is quite complex but one that I am proud of and love greatly.
Emma, Marissa and I are in charge of the making the lefse. This has been our job ever since we were little girls, becoming experts through all our years of experience. My grandma makes the most amazing food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After we stuff ourselves full of delicious, lasagna, salads, and hot dishes all made with love and while the adults lean back comfortably in their chairs, us kids go put on our pajamas and troop downstairs to open our gifts. The most memorable gift would be the ring my grandma gave me that used to be my great-grandmothers who died a couple days after my grandma turned fifteen. My great-grandma loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this circle of metal with a little diamond in the middle and a floral pattern surrounding it, had been bought in California and has been in the family since. “Bang, bang, bang!” A huge pounding comes from the front door. Dogs bark, adults grin, and we race to open the creaky door. Santa Claus, eyes twinkling, dressed in red with coal-black boots, and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, steps inside. He plops down heavily; ringing merry bells and passes them off to David, my brother, telling him seriously to keep ringing them so Rudolf won’t fly away without him. With wide eyes, little David shakes the bells with such rigor that if Rudolf was in the North Pole he would be able to hear them. We each take a turn perching on his knee, hesitant at first but then opening up and telling him our age and that, “yes we have been really, really, really good this year.” As Santa’s beard tickles our chin as we lean in close for a picture and his big belly shakes as he laughs at the same time as you start to giggle. Then he opens his sack and pulls out gifts wrapped in colorful paper for each of us. With a few cookies for the road, crumbs in his beard and a
Every year, my parents add a little more to the outside decorations. My mom, sisters, our children and myself decorate the inside of the house. My mom has so many indoor decorations that they can not all possibly be displayed. We try to change the decorations, which we put out every year. The men finish up just about the same time as, we women and then it is time to decorate the tree together. The children love this the most.
Christmas decorations should create a feeling of magic. The desire to create a magic home and bringing the spirit of Christmas can seem heavy these days. It becomes heavy and hard to carry, that parents now feel over the need to make
As Christmas time approaches, many Americans start to get excited about returning home to all of the familiar festivities. They imagine the smell of the Christmas tree mixed with the aroma of apple cider or think about all of the Christmas specials on television that they will watch. They can not wait to relax in front of the fireplace with their families and to open all of the Christmas gifts piled under the tree.