There numerous traditional festivals in Christianity, however, I envisage Easter and Christmas to be the grandest and memorable traditional festivals. Back in my home church where I was involved in the youth ministry, people would prepare in weeks in advance to decorate the church, make baskets full of presents with Easter-related items, and set up various activities for the kids. Activities were an entertaining way for kids to learn about Christianity and Easter. I cannot speak much for my church 's adult congregation, however, the youth ministry focused on the concept of 'giving back to community ' on Christmas. We would receive donations of food and necessities to give back to the those in need.
I have always cherished the close relationship with my family and appreciate the importance they play in my life. My mother shared a very similar experience with her family growing up. I strongly believe that the affectionat relatioships shared between families is derived from the culture of hispanic heritage. My family will always be their for me and are a securlty blanket for me to fall back on if need
I am very proud of my Hispanic heritage. Even though, I am an United States citizen, I am always going to belong to my Hispanic backgrounds. There are so many reasons that I am proud to be Guatemalan and American that I could write a whole book about it. However, I regularly participate in my Hispanic culture and community through my family, traditions, and by being bilingual.
My Family Thanksgiving Imagine you and your family all having a good time, enjoying yourself, and watching T.V. And that’s some of what I did at Thanksgiving. My family are very important to me because, they make other people laugh and do nice things. My Aunt Joann likes to make jokes, makes people laugh a lot, and makes great sweet potato pie.
Everybody else in the house woke up at noon. When everybody woke up we put on our costumes because we were going to have a Halloween affair at my house, then after that we planned to go trick-or-treating. At 2:00 my friends and family showed up. We had cake, Ice Cream, pizza, and more. My parents had a dance competition and my mom won.
Growing up Catholic, it has been engrained in me my whole life to be grateful for what I have, especially because there are always people who are
The mill usually consists of the following: scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and array of cereal, and A family favorite poutine. After we indulge in this breakfast of kings, we we relax and watch TV. After watching the parade, the real fun begins. Around 12 o 'clock, we head over to my grandmothers house where she has prepared a delectable lunch for our family.
The sun shone through the swaying trees in Fullerton that day, children played at the park, dogs ran around fetching sticks, and the well known “Wheels on the Bus” song told all the kids that the ice cream truck was right around the corner. Every house had their air conditioning on and mothers were getting dinner ready for their families. Father’s were playing catch with their sons, or watching the news on TV. It was the summer of 1999, and I was home for vacation from teaching in Chicago.
“On Christmas Eve, families gather together for a large dinner and Santa Claus brings gifts to which are opened on Christmas Eve” (“Christmas in Spain”). Like many Hispanic holidays, Christmas is spent with family. “Families dress nicely, eat large amounts of food together and give gifts to their family members and children” (Valdivieso
The gifts from America to my generation are amazing. The fact that so many people fought and even died for our freedom is incredible. I 'm going to list some of the gifts America has given my generation and how thankful I am for them. The first gift America has given to my generation is freedom of speech. I 'm so glad that we are allowed to say and think what we want.
There is also a lot of traditions that are kept from past generations, like going to midnight mass on Christmas night, because everyone is catholic. The woman is predominately the one who does all of the cooking and cleaning while the men work. On the other hand my mom’s side of the family are white and country type of people. They are very hard workers and absolutely love anyone and everyone that comes around. Having strong cultural backgrounds leads to having traditions that are passed down from as far as we can remember.
I was born in Southern Los Angeles and lived in a conserved community of predominantly hispanic immigrants seeking socioeconomic prosperity for their families and an adequate education for their children. My family was a part of this community and as such, I was always met with a high standard for education and was taught to fully appreciate the benefits that followed it. I would constantly be reminded of these benefits when I would continuously witness not only my own family struggle, but when neighbors and friends also struggled to provide essential payments for their utilities, food, or rent. These financial struggles stubbornly persisted to haunt my family and in 2008 we were in no position to maintain our home and consequently lost it. This drastically strained family
Daddy would always greet me, while I sat at the kitchen table as he had every morning. By this time, I’d be eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, the ones I’d had every morning from the time I was six until sixteen. It was my routine, like it was my Daddy’s routine to give me a knuckle sandwich, which would send my hair straight forward, knocking me off balance. He’d watch me try hard to put every strain of hair back in its place, while I tried hard to keep my attention on the television set. My mornings began the same way every day, wake up, shower, dress, have my favorite bowl of cereal, watch television until it was time for school.
On my third Christmas, I helped my grandmother bake gingerbread houses. Together, we filled every surface in her kitchen and dining room with sweet smelling, sugarcoated creations fit for the cover of Cook’s Illustrated. After spending the entire day baking and assembling the intricate structures, we went out for dinner. When we got back to her home, my grandmother’s eyes opened wide as she beamed with delight. “Who made all of this beautiful gingerbread?”
Most people have mirrors in their house, the thing about mine is that it moves. Being a twin has shaped the majority of my life, there are a lot of good things about a twin but there are some disadvantages to being a twin. With the good and bad there are always lessons to be learned and chances to grow. Growing up with a best friend has been great, with always having someone there who likes the same things as I do. She has always been there to cause havoc with me, and to this day she is my best friend, we know everything about each other.