It was a nice and sunny day. The sun was shining bright and the leaves on the trees gave a vibrant color of orange and red creating a magical fairy tale. The leaves on the ground dancing every time the wind howled. Families all around gathering together under one roof on this special day creating a delicious feast meant to feed a whole kingdom. The food being cooked filling the air with a spectacular smell of pumpkin, cinnamon, turkey, and other spectacular smells. The magical day that brings families together is known all across the world as Thanksgiving. This Thanksgiving while playing fetch with my owner’s family I learned that not complaining for one day can bring families closer together. On the morning of Thanksgiving, I woke up and …show more content…
When her mom finished locking the doors, they walked to the Q38 bus stop and waited for the bus. Once the bus came, they got on the bus and took the bus to the M train station. Once they entered the train station they walked onto the M train. As the train stopped at every stop more and more people coming on the train creating a zoo. When the train reached Canal Street her family and her got off the train and walked outside where once again the crisp and fresh air greeted her. As her family and her walked to the building where she would get her scholarship money they were greeted by the fishy air coming from the markets each block more crowded than the block before. When they reached the building they walked up the flight of stairs and into a crowded room filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and rice. After relaxing for 10 minutes she went up to the fifth floor with her sister and brother were once again the room was crowded like a zoo. Once everyone was present the person in charge called the names of the kids that were written on the envelopes. After waiting 20 minutes her name was still not called and she was going to throw a fit, but then she remembered the assignment given by her U.S history teacher, and instead of complaining she counted to 10 in her head and closed her eyes. After another 10 minutes her name was …show more content…
Once they were back home, they sat at the dining table and started to eat the food. After 30 minutes her Aunt called and asked her to bring over some food. When she walked over to her Aunt’s place the air was colder, but still fresh and crispy. Once she was inside her Aunt’s place she sat down at the kitchen table and said hello to her cousins and Aunt. After grabbing a glass of water from her Aunt’s refrigerator her Aunt asked her to take care of her cousins while they went out to pick up food. She gladly said yes, even though she didn’t want to, but she knew she couldn’t complain and say no. After 10 minutes her Aunt and Uncle left to pick up the food from Boston Market and she was left alone with her cousins. When her Aunt and Uncle came back they started to cook and the house was filled with the smell of turkey, ham, pumpkin and apple pie and mash potatoes with gravy. At 4:00 pm her family came over to her Aunt's place and said hello and sat down at the dining table and waited for the food to be finished cooking. Once the food was ready they all sat down and said thank you to her Aunt and Uncle for cooking the food and talked with each other while they all ate the creamy warm mash potatoes with gravy and the warm and juicy ham and turkey. After everyone finished the food they all enjoyed the sweet and creamy pumpkin and apple pie. After finishing the dinner, everyone said goodbye
Christmas Eve dinner came about and it became evident that her family had just about taken mixed race to another level. She had a cousin, Rebecca, that was married with a child and their small family was white and Jewish (Senna 296). Danzy’s sister had three children that were half Pakistani and they lived in England (Senna 296). Her brother was married to a Chinese woman and they had a young daughter together (Senna 296.) Carla Latty, Anna’s orphaned daughter, was cohabitating with an Indian woman. Senna discovered that at this family dinner, some of them are blood related and are just meeting for the first time. She recognizes the history that they all share in some shape, form, or fashion. Yet, it is not a day of rainbows and lollipops. Danzy and her sister have hurt each other and there is tension. Her brother and his wife hide their infant in the bedroom upset that the other children present had infected their baby. Her cousin’s daughter has declared herself as a lesbian at the age of eleven. Despite all of the obstacles and hurdles her family has faced, Danzy considers the Christmas Eve dinner “a victory” (Senna 301). Danzy’s brother says that “Anybody who finds him offensive can get the […] out” about a gift given to his child (Senna 300). That was his way of approving the
While this invitation produced anxiety for every person that attended this meal, the toll that it took on my nephew was rather difficult to watch. His father chose to attend the day before Thanksgiving; but a half-hour before the scheduled 2 p.m. time for dinner, he let his son know that his girlfriend and her children had decided to come as well. While the adults scrambled to add additional seating, my nephew excitedly stood outside on the porch anticipating his guests’ arrival. An hour later, this little boy dejectedly wondered whether his father had changed his mind. When his guests finally arrived, we all ate an awkward, cold dinner, and my ex-brother-in-law whisked them all (including my nephew) away to his family’s Thanksgiving meal, which meant that my disappointed nephew never got to share the chocolate pie that he had helped make.
During thanksgiving I really like to reflect on everything I have and it’s just a great way to remind myself to be more generous and to hold what and who I love dearly and show them that I care about them. Especially during this time of year when everything can be very stressful with the end of the semester and some mid terms, it gives me a chance to think on the less fortunate who don’t even get an education and would love the chance to get what I have. I’m so thankful for my availability to music and the abundance of caring people in my life with so many opportunities for me right at this moment. I realize that a lot of people take everything they have for granted and honestly everyone does this from time to time, I really like to just bluntly tell people that I care about them and that I’m thankful for them to be in my life at this point, even if it's just to remind myself to be more grateful towards them. Just think about what you have and be grateful for the good
I am warmed in the morning with the lingering spices from the kitchen as I begin to work up my appetite. I walk downstairs to the cornucopia baskets and thanksgiving wreaths that bring the lively autumn scene. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday time together with my family because it is the one time out of the year in which my entire family from all over the country comes together, to giving a feeling of unity. I walk into the kitchen to a smile from my mom as she reminds me to wash my hands. It is not time to eat yet, but just as every other year, she hands me the fresh green beans to help her prepare the last dish, the green been casserole. The dish often does not hold significance to many but depicts a symbol of unity as I reflect on the times with my family. For some, a casserole can date back to mark a period of struggle in American history, but the idea of a
Out for a brisk walk this morning I noticed a little more twinkle in Hollywood than normal. Thanksgiving is around the corner and with all the fall festivities almost upon us, it appears the Christmas lights are going up around town. Don’t get me wrong, I love the bright lights, decorated trees and even the joyful tunes. I guess I was just wishing that I’d have a slice of turkey, a piece of pumpkin pie and way too much stuffing before the focus of Christmas. Thankfully, a few fun turkey day shows are planned for next week. I took a peek and saw “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” and “SNL: Thanksgiving” are slated before the big day.
There is a strong aroma of turkey cooking slowly, brownish gravy bubbling in the pot, and just a hint of sweet, savory cranberry sauce filling the air. All these smells gathering together is causing an overpowering feeling of hunger. The kitchen is filled with activity as my mother and father move throughout the kitchen as if they were racing against the clock. I, along with my two sisters are found in the dining room setting up the big, darkly stained dining room table with the fine china plates that we only use once a year. You know, the ones with the intricate designs of flowers wrapping around each other, etched around the entirety of each individual glass, plate, and dish. It is Thanksgiving morning in my house and every year it starts
and Mrs. Rowley welcome us warmly. Mom pushes me to hug them both, but I simply let their arms fold around me, while mine stay planted at my sides, covering my love handles. They direct us to the dinner table. My feet drag against the harsh, brown carpet; my eyes stay glued to it. I look up, and in front of me, there is this feast. I guess I could be somewhat excited deep, deep, deep down—but it will never be as good as the Thanksgiving dinners we had when Dad was here.
On a cold winter’s night, a group of friends were heading to their friend Josh’s cabin in the middle of the woods on a mountain side. It was about a two hour drive from their home town of Canonsburg, Pennsylvania. They all arrived around eight o’clock, but Josh had already been there for a couple of hours preparing the cabin for guests. Josh had prepared a full course meal for all of his friends prior to their arrival. When his friends walked through the doors, they were surprised to see that Josh had made a special delicacy for all of them. It was around ten o’clock when they had finished eating, and Marcus suggested they tell stories by the fire. It seemed they had eaten an entire cow, but Josh agreed with Marcus that everyone should gather around the fire. Julia went first and talked about her visit with her Uncle over the summer. Emily told a scary story about how a girl was brutally killed by a murderer. Simon asked, “ Is is okay if I go next?” Everyone nodded in agreement.
They called it near miss but I called it divine intervention. It was Thanksgiving Day. The Cole family, John, Katie and their four kids had just finished dinner. The kids went back to playing video games. John sat in the recliner to watch TV but he fell asleep. Katie hummed a song of thanksgiving under her breath as she cleaned up the kitchen.
My thanksgiving party is huge!!! We invite our huge family over to my house and we have a grand time. We have a lot of games planned so that no one is bored. But if they do get bored every once in awhile, then we have the football game on so that they can relax and watch that. We aren't the only family that ginormous party just like my family or they might just have a miniature party that is very quiet with just a couple of family members.
We scrambled onto the ship and teeter tottered back and forth for a moment while the Captain licked his finger and pointed it towards the heavens to measure the wind’s speed and direction. “We be headin’ west.”
I was sitting at a large table with all my family surrounding me. My stomach was growling, and my mouth was nearly salivating for the delicious looking plate of steaming food in front of me. I quickly devoured the food, enjoying every bite. Then, once I was finished eating and everyone else was, we got together in the living room. We played games and chatted, because we hadn't all been together in months. Food, smiles, and good times were all abundant that day. The day explained was my Thanksgiving. While many people have different understandings of what Thanksgiving is in modern times, Thanksgiving is an annual cultural tradition where you acknowledge being thankful by getting together with family and having a wholesome meal.
Everyone has objects or people they are grateful for, I am thankful for my cell phone, boyfriend, and family. I am grateful for my phone because when I am bored it gives me something to do and it also helps me look up information when I do not have a computer handy. I am grateful for my boyfriend because he always finds a way to calm my worries and takes me on trips. I am forever grateful for my family because without them I would not be who I am today and I would not have the things I do.
Every year since I was five, my family had traveled to our cabin in the mountains for Thanksgiving vacation. In recent years, my mom decided to make a change in our tradition. We traveled to Texas two years ago to visit my uncle, and this past year my mom decided that we were going to the beach. We packed our suitcases, loaded the car, and headed to Ocean City, Maryland.
I cram back into the overly packed white sports-mom van that my dad owned and shake the snow from ugly, brown crocs. I feel bad about Andrew's glasses, but a simple bottle of glue will fix whatever damaged I caused with the snowball. Dad reminds us how close we are to our “Thanksgiving vacation.” We stopped for gas about two hours from Great Uncle Willy and Great Aunt Rosemary's house in Ohio. Hearing this, I sink back into my seat and lean my head back onto the broken headrest. I cannot help but remember who these people are. They not only raised my father after his mother's death and his father's abandonment, but also, they hit the age of 70 long before I came into this world. Aunt Rosemary sends letters in incredibly illegible handwriting, only translatable by Dad himself, all the time. However, Dad has never particularly