I love going to my cousin’s house in Thanksgiving. First, we get together. I get dropped off to my aunt’s house one night before. Me and my cousin’s play and watch movies that are not related to Thanksgiving.
This year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house and ate turkey. Daddy was roasting the pork all day for the next day when everyone would come over. While we were at Grandma’s house my cousins and I played with army men, and talked a lot. All day we could smell the dinner Grandma was preparing.
Some families eat certain foods…. It is very unique that we all do similar things, and also go our own ways on Thanksgiving. Usually on a Thanksgiving gathering, most people go to a certain location every year. For example, my family goes to my aunt’s church in Lafayette for every Thanksgiving.
I woke up and traditionally watched the parade with my family. We cooked all day, and then the rest of our extended family came over. My one-year-old cousin, Emerson, was there and she kept my occupied. I could not resist her cuteness. I ate way too much food and was in a food coma the rest of the night.
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
Every year, I attend many dinner gatherings. One of the dinners I attend around the time of Thanksgiving is at my grandmother’s house. There, I visit with my mother’s side of family. Another dinner I attend is at my great-grandfather’s house. At his house is my father’s side of family, I extremely enjoy their company because all of us together is very rare and only happens 3 times a year.
The next day which is the day before we leave Florida we decided to binge out because the whole week we've been doing things. I slept in late obviously and so did my brother. When we woke up we got into our our bathing suits to go in the pool and the hot tub, Plus it's outdoors. We got out a couple minutes later because my mom gathered some breakfast from the lobby for us. After breakfast we did some activities at the hotel.
We set up everything, and just wait until Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Laura, and Malik, Cloud, Scott, and Gary to come over. Once they come, we give everyone our hugs; we play outside, watch football, eat, and have a great time. What is Thanksgiving to me? Well, Thanksgiving to me is when family comes together and spends the whole afternoon together.
It was Thanksgiving Day on November 27, 2014. My family and I had just arrived at my great-aunt’s opulent lake-side house for Thanksgiving dinner. As soon as we walked through the grand wooden door, my nostrils inhaled a myriad of splendid aromas, and I felt as if nothing could ruin this wonderful (food-filled) day. I quickly realized the house was packed to the brim with many other obnoxious relatives and family friends, yet my mood did not turn sour. As the evening continued, I had come to the realization that I was not feeling all that well, but I was determined to make it through to dinnertime.
Around ten o’clock my dad still hadn't made it to the dinner but it was closing time so I walked home. I had texted and called him around twenty times and I haven't heard anything from him. There were two ways to get home one took about an hour the other was about 30 minutes.
For Thanksgiving we usually celebrate it at my uncle and aunties house. Everyone also takes something to dinner for Thanksgivings. Everyone always tries to make in time and sometimes don 't get there at all. That is the part I do not like about thins tradition. After a while we all leave and we go home.
Many would also point out she’s a wiz with a needle and thread, making countless costumes and formal attire for her family and friends. We can see her various crafts every Sunday morning during Sunday School Breakfast and other church events. After retiring from DISD Mary began creating culinary delights through her Sunday breakfast ministry at St Mark Missionary Baptist Church. In addition to serving in the Food Ministry, she also taught Vacation Bible School, Adult and Children Sunday School, and orchestrated a community block party for St Mark.
For our Capstone project we served dinner at the Russell and Ann Gerdin Hope Lodge in Iowa City on Tuesday August 4, 2015. We choose the Hope Lodge after discussing previous capstone class projects and our desire, as nurses, to do a project for adults with illnesses. We focused on adults as that is the population we all work with in our day to day careers. With Matt and Heidi working in the Clinical Cancer Center infusion suite the Hope Lodge dinner seemed an appropriate choice. We all pitched in to serve the residents a home cooked meal.
The next morning on March 13 my family came to eat Carne Asada or grilled meat and chicken. We were suppose to just eat but it turned into a party and it lasted till the 6 in the morning. My home was full
Growing up a stone’s throw away from Plymouth rock, there were few things I knew more about than Thanksgiving. From Kindergarten onward I was inundated with mountains of information on the pilgrims that led me to have a strange affinity for them but especially their Thanksgiving celebration, which lasted even after I left Massachusetts for New Jersey. My love for Thanksgiving stemmed from a sense of civil pride that was instilled in me from the stories I was told about the holiday’s origins. From the familiar story, of the pilgrims and their friendship and celebration with their neighbors, the Wampanoag tribe, Thanksgiving took on a special meaning to me, and I trusted that it was the truth.