All American’s have different traditions, my family comes together and eats dinner together during holidays. Driving to my grandparents and eating Thanksgiving dinner is a tradition in my family. A three-hour drive is done and my family and I are here. We arrive a couple days before Thanksgiving to help my grandparents prepare. My Grandma is in the kitchen cooking desserts to lay out at Thanksgiving. My Grandpa comes over to help us in the door, and we unpack. A couple days later it is Thanksgiving, I wake up and force myself downstairs to spot breakfast ready. When we finish eating breakfast, my parents head upstairs and get ready. My sister and I follow them upstairs and start to get ready. My Grandma starts preparing dinner, ingredients spread out on the counter. The turkey …show more content…
“You can…” she says, giving us a task. Telling us to set the table, or grabbing platters, or trays to set food in. Nice plates and silverware are tucked away in cabinets for special occasions. My parents and Grandpa bring up extra tables for other guest. They carry the tables into the dining and living room, attempting to fit all of them in a room filled with furniture. After fitting the tables in, they try to fit chairs and making sure they have enough seats for everyone. My sister and I cover the tables with tablecloths. Additional plates and silverware find their way out on the table. My Aunts and Uncles begin to arrive slowly and start to help out. The food is coming out of the oven and off the stove, and it makes its way to the counters. The food is separated into sections on the platters. New people arrive, cousins, my dad’s cousins, and other relatives. Conversations spark in the house, laughter, excitement, and happiness. I find myself confused, there are an abundant of people I have not seen in years or people I have never met. There are numerous relatives claiming they know me as a baby, awkwardness strikes
When walking into the lobby, one will be greeted with a smile and be treated like family. They have a lovely dining room, filled with old family photos, which creates a real homey feel. In the center of the dining room is a grand family table. It’s great for family seating or a big event. When taking young children to a restaurant, many customers have difficulties having children happy or calm.
Alice has been a long time Jewish friend of mine that lives in New York she will be turning 19 this year she always travels down to celebrate Hanukkah with her family. She is studying business and is hoping to get her master after she gets her bachelor’s degree. She is currently enrolled in New York University, which she likes and enjoys her experience. She is a hard worker and doesn’t make it to many celebrations, but has never missed a Hanukkah with her family. Her father is Jewish while her mother is Christian giving a unique view on the tradition. She is an only child so is kind of spoiled on this holidays. I get most of my views of the Jewish life from her. While her mother is Christian she doesn’t impose as much she says that when she does come down for any other holiday she spends it with my family. So far we have only seen her for thanksgiving.
Today, families have very busy lives. They deal with family members on different schedules. Meals are generally served sporadically, depending on who needs what when. Fifty years ago, dinner was set at a certain time. Family members were expected to be there, and schedules worked around meals. No one watched television while they ate dinner, and the dinner conversation focus was on what happened during the day.
Textbooks in today’s schools still tell the same story that has been handed down from generation to generation. Every year children dress up and put on plays about the famous story of the first Thanksgiving. No one knows the truth though or at least people pretend to not know the embarrassing truth of our “founding fathers.” Textbooks today give the candy coated version of good saintly Englishmen come to a better world and find good neighbors willing to help in their time of need.
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
We all have at least one family member who stands out from the rest. Whether it’s an aunt or a distant cousin, their personality and demeanor is so strange that you wonder how they can be related to you. But, what would you do if they randomly showed up at your front door? Would you pretend you weren’t home or would you invite them in? For the family in Batfish Soup, they have no idea what to do when quirky family members make a surprise visit.
... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
Thanksgiving is a holiday that began hundreds of years ago. It was a celebration of many different things. One of the most important reasons for the celebration was thankfulness that many of the Pilgrims survived the first year of their new lives in America. Today, however, Thanksgiving seems to have a very different meaning to people. Their main focus is not being thankful for the things they have, but wanting more.
When the great holiday of Thanksgiving comes to mind, most people think of becoming total gluttons and gorging themselves with a seemingly unending amount of food. Others might think of the time spent with family and friends. The whole basis of the holiday is family togetherness, fellowship, and thankfulness for blessings received during the previous year.
The whole family celebrates with the rest of the guest, while M’Lynn is worried about
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
The purpose of Thanksgiving in Canada is different from the Americans. But even though the reasons for giving thanks are different, many of the customs are the same. Canadian Thanksgiving was originally started to give thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. This was when there were lots of farmers that grew crops. Now we give thanks for everything we appreciate. Some farming families still give thanks for a good crop.
The dining room is attached to our kitchen; it is a small room, just large enough to fit our large oak dining room table. Around the table sits six large, old, creaky chairs. Week after week, year after year, we are always in the same formation around that table. My father sits at the head of the table, it is a position that illustrates respect and is furthest away from the kitchen, perhaps saying he wants nothing to do with the cooking and cleaning up duties. He is always first to sit down and the last to leave the table, because he enjoys his time with the family so much he wants to make it as long as possible. My mother sits on the opposite end of the table, the closest seat to the kitchen, which makes perfect sense because she is always the last person to be seated and is constantly getting up to get something from the kitchen. On the other side of the table sits my little nine-year old brother, he sits next to my dad because he is always in his shadow, he looks up to him and imitates nearly everything he does. He sits next to the furthest from the kitchen bec...
she puts the breakfast dishes on the table and addresses her owners with a "yes
I enter an exquisite room welcomed by a benevolent host. I glance around and see dining tables strategically set as if the queen were to be expected. White flowers with silver sparkles adorn the tables to add a final touch. The lights are dimmed low and classical music plays in the background to create a placid atmosphere. A savory aroma fills the room making me crave the chef’s fine platter. The host leads my party to a table and offers us drinks. As we wait for dinner to begin, murmurs fill the room with general conversation.