My Family Holiday Essay

We finally made it to the Pelham. It felt like one of the longest car rides ever! We sat in the waiting room for about 15 minutes max. They got us into the exam room the nurse and doctor came in asking me questions. The doctor pushed on my stomach where my pain was and I wanted to scream it hurt so bad! The doctor told me, “we are going

It is curious that as children, humans have the ability to observe and remember details of specific situations and instances yet lack the ability to describe them. Truman Capote, as a grown man, took advantage of his vivid memories and composed the short work, "A Christmas Memory." The story begins in late November, a month symbolic of all the years gone by that Capote could remember beginning preparations for Christmas fruitcakes.

This year’s family vacation was one for the books. With my aunt living in Tennessee, we do not get together as often as we would like so my family decided to go to Nashville, Tennessee. When we started our trip, it was 6 a.m. and it was nothing short of fun and laughter along the way. Never having been to Tennessee before, I figured I’d enjoy the eight-hour ride of sight-seeing and laughter with my family. When we were a few miles into the trip, the mountains of Georgia were breathtaking. While I was enjoying the scenery, another thing that I found enjoyable about this trip was the conversation that I had with my family. We went on talking about life in general, all the struggles, and childhood memories that we had. We even talked about years

This week, families across our state are unboxing their Thanksgiving décor, choosing table cloths, and deciding who is going to be responsible for what dish next Thursday. It’s that time of the year when we come together, forget our family drama for at least a week and get in the holiday spirit. Unfortunately, this holiday season comes with a different taste to many. Hundreds of Iowan families and I will share our Thanksgiving meal with uncertainty, anxiety and fear.

My aunt picked me up from my house in the afternoon, just before three, and we were finally on our way there! In the car, our mood and excitement was almost palpable. We

Anyway, we headed off on our journey to Six Flags, hour after hour It felt like a decade due to all of the crazy drivers and us being stuck in traffic because, some lunatic had hit a telephone pole! Anyway, we finally made It after 4 hours of being annoyed, bothered, nagged It was a really bad trip

“Are we there yet?” I asked mum. To my excitement I finally heard ‘yes’, Nic we are at Rogers house!” It was a particularly cloudy night but it was still warm, the warmth may have been out of excitement. When we got inside we had to be quite as Roger and Ness’s baby Austin was asleep. I went outside to play with Blake my four year old cousin; we played volleyball, Soccer, Frisbee and cricket. Austin then woke up and my sister went off to care for him as she usually does.

Since it was so early in the morning, I decided to sleep for a little while but was awoken by the sun. I put my headphones in and watched the scenery change. We took a couple of pit stops for gas,restroom breaks, etc. Finally after driving for what felt like forever, we made it to Red Bluff. Once we arrived we saw my mom’s friend and her husband waiting right there next to their car. We got off and started to pack all of our stuff into their car and we said goodbye to our dad. As we drove from California to Oregon, the scenery changed from yellow and dried up to green and a lot of trees. We finally got to our final destination in Springfield, Oregon. We went back to room that we stayed in last year and unpacked and put our stuff where it went last year. We had pizza and watched a movie before it was time to

That end of the week we flew out and traveled east to Chicago, a new place which I never knew about. I had the butterflies in my stomach and didn't realize what's in store once we achieved our goal. When we at long last touched base at the packed air terminal in Chicago, we were grasped with warm invites by my relatives whom I considered as outsiders. It was my first time really observing

I got up and groaned as my legs felt like jelly after sitting down for so long. I got my bags and suitcase from the compartment and waited for my dad to get his things too. We finally got off the plane and I felt kind of dizzy as I took a breath. My dad flagged down a taxi New York style and I giggled as I saw how weird my dad and I looked amongest everyone else. Eventually a taxi came and my dad took our lougage and put in the trunk of the taxi and I hopped in.

Imagine a day where one wakes up early, watches a parade, and then enjoys a plentiful spread of food with loved ones. These activities describe Thanksgiving Day in my family. Along with countless other people from the United States, our Thanksgiving holiday focuses on family and food. Yet, the homemade stuffing side dish, which sits beside a turkey and cranberry sauce, is much more than bread to my family. Five generations of women have used a special recipe that now connects us to a special person that is no longer with us.

As I got into the car I caught my dad smiling at his wallet, which was oddly thick for a car ride. He twisted the keys in and took off down the road. It was an odd ride, we took a freeway I have never been on,and towards a city I have never heard of, Hemet.

Excited to get out after being snowbound, I rode along with Guy to Glasgow while he ran some errands. He left me at Wal-Mart to do grocery shopping and was going to call with his location.

Spending quality time with family is one of my favorite childhood memories, whether it was spending time outdoors, playing ping pong, or watching a movie. My most meaningful family memory came from our vacation to Colorado back in 2004; yes, 2004. Although I don’t remember all of the events that transpired, I’m able to recall most of the memorable events that took place. It was a cool, misty morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, and I could distinctly hear the unmistakable elk calls that echoed through the mountains. The breeze gently scraped my face as I got into the car to begin the first day of our family vacation in Colorado. I could hear the car tires gently humming on the road during this cool, foggy, Colorado morning. As I looked past the lanky pine trees, glistening drops of dew formed on the tall grass, dancing with the wind. As we moved further down the road, I could see the tip of the sun barely begin to peek over the steep, snowy mountain peaks; however, the sun was soon covered by the misty Colorado clouds. This was it: our family vacation!

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another