Hosting Thanksgiving was always a tradition at my house. We would always have my family down at my house every year for as far back as I can remember. That is, until this year. This year, my family and I went down to South Carolina for Thanksgiving. It was a blast!
Goodbyes are said and hugs are passed around with big, sloppy cheek kisses. It had been another successful Thanksgiving dinner, and there are already plans for who will host next year’s. After everyone is gone the rest of the family either takes a nap or sits on the couch. Making enough food for 30 people is hard work and everyone is exhausted. The house is a mess and will have to be cleaned before bedtime, but no one complains they are all too proud of pulling this off perfectly.
Thanksgiving with my family can be stressful and fun at the same time. Every year we always go to my grandma’s house and so does the rest of the family. We watch t.v while the moms are in the kitchen finishing cooking. We usually hunt our own turkey,we also have beans,mashed potatoes,homemade chicken and noodles,stuffing,corn,chips and dip,and we also have ham. For dessert we have my aunt's famous chocolate eclair cake,pumpkin and apple pie,cookies,and
What does Thanksgiving mean for you? For most people, Thanksgiving is enjoyable and relaxing. For me things are a little different, filled with anxiety and stress; this is because there are too many people and too much noise. Despite this, I still love Thanksgiving with it’s food, family, and memories. Here’s my ideal Thanksgiving.
Have you ever had a bad holiday? This last Thanksgiving wasn’t the best holiday I’ve encountered. The vacation was four days long and it was fun, but the Thanksgiving meal wasn’t satisfying. We left Wednesday around 9:00 a.m. and got to Watertown, Wisconsin somewhere between 3:00 p.m. and 4:00 p.m. The trip was better than what it usually is, we made good timing, I kept myself occupied, took a nap, and ate a good lunch.
If there was something that would come off as strong or really working in this piece, it would have to be again the imagery and how it was able to use food that is normally viewed as a tradition or standard for Thanksgiving and relating that to a family aspect. On the topic of imagery, I am the proudest of the images of the turkey and stuffing and how they act as the proverbial grandparents of the family or situation, as they have been here the longest and it is hard to imagine Thanksgiving without them. I am also particularly fond of sweet potato pie imagery as it shows the perfect or favorite child/sibling and how the attention shifts to them and everyone else gets to take a backseat to the “pie”. “The sweet potato pie is the real reason people stay and make room for dessert.
Much to my disappointment this never happened at my Thanksgiving dinner. This myth made me wonder how the children who's Thanksgiving did not look even close to the myth. Growing up I always had the basic parts of Thanksgiving, Turkey, parade, and family to celebrate with. I wonder how those children who live in poverty or without family feel about
Thanksgiving is a great holiday. One of the most unique things I find about Thanksgiving is that many families get together on this holiday, but they all do not do the same things. Some things might be the same, but not all. Each family has their own way of doing stuff on Thanksgiving. Some families gather together at a specific place every year.
My hands are already tingling and perspiring simply by thinking of my story. It was 2002, my husband and I had just been married earlier that year. We were still in our newlywed phase. We were happy and nothing could take us down.
Phillip puts me in his pencil bag and that is where I wait all night. It can get lonely sometimes when your only company is Pencil and Pen, but they are usually talking about the exciting new pencil that never talks. When I try to come into their conversations, I usually get a, “You’re interrupting us!” “Just be patient!” “Is that you again?”
The first example of this is “Nick hesitates, pushing the sleeve of his jacket up to check the time on his watch - the bulky digital kind with lots of buttons on the side. ‘Twist my arm’ Nick says, peering into the dimly lit dining area. ‘And look. My tables free’”(132). In this quote Nick is deciding if he should eat dinner with Valerie, which he ends up doing even though his wife and kids are waiting for him at home.