My Thanksgiving Culture

As I begin to recollect past experiences and events growing up, Thanksgiving is the holiday that appears most meaningful. I choose to illuminate Thanksgiving because this is a time when family and friends would forget their worries and differences and collectively came together at grandmother’s house to partake of the Gullah dishes. Furthermore, it serves as a vehicle in stimulating family health and wellbeing, while passing on the identity of the family throughout generations. As I reminiscence, I can recall the air was bursting with love, hugs, laugher and kisses; a sight to behold. Grandmother’s house was small but no one seemed to care as it was inviting. Every area of the house was utilized from the kitchen to the narrow stairway that lead upstairs to the bedrooms. Children were outside playing working up an appetite although there was a chill in the air often going unnoticed, still we were bundled in our hats, coats and mittens. This was not a formal affair but we were all neatly dressed. The house was filled with distinct smells that was heavenly. Steam came from the kitchen as finishing touches were placed on meals. Watching my aunts sweat trying to maneuver in a tight kitchen hoping to avoid bumping into one another was hilarious, but I paid close attention for one day that would be me

Most historical landmarks that once stood in Lafayette stands in ruins as the lack of funding to preserve them is spent elsewhere. Along with the modern culture redefining celebrations such as Mardi Gras to be a revenue income for the state. The true meaning will never be the same. The culture can be traced back to its routes with the people who once celebrated the event. But with more job in the area requiring English to be spoken. The native tongue has been ripped out of the land. Leaving the language and culture to suffer with no one to translate written documents that pertain to recreating it. Cajun Culture and the Cajun language has been slowly fading away like a distant memory someone dwells on. Lack of effort

The person who I am is composed of hundreds of identities, being a sister, a daughter, a student, a woman, conversely, one identity transcends others- being Hispanic.

Our grandparents took all of the sides to the meal to the main table one by one. The green beans, the rolls, the sweet potatoes, the mac’n’cheese, and the stuffing all filled the room with decadent smells. All of these sides filled up the table to the point where the was only room for the turkey. Now we were ready for grace. It is a tradition for our grandparents to write a grace for Thanksgiving meal. The grace went as: “Thanks for the family, Thanks for the feast,Thanks for existence, and Thanks for the yeast.”. Even though the grace was a joke, it made me think deeper about Thanksgiving. It made me think of the true meaning. I realized that Thanksgiving is should be celebrated not as a holiday before christmas, but as a holiday to be grateful about everything you have in life and who you have in life. I enjoyed thanksgiving feast and the rest of thanksgiving with a new found enjoyment and happiness with my

The morning was wet and gloomy. Hunter and I approached the church, the wind was blowing at his tie, and sweeping through my dress. We walked into the house of God and found our spot on the hard pews. Shortly after our classmates found their seats and joined us. They stood alone with their sponsor behind them. Waiting their turn to walk up to the bishop and speak in front of the church. Yes, Hunter and I walked up to the bishop alone but when we both returned, we returned to someone, unlike our class mates.

The drive from Chicago to Arlington Heights was almost an hour long. The whole time in the car I couldn’t keep my mind off the Chicago Blackhawks hockey game. How many times would the opportunity arise that I would be in Chicago and the Blackhawks playing in the Stanley Cup semi-finals? There had to be a way we could find tickets for less than what my dad said they cost. An idea hit me out of no where, I knew my uncle Larry was going to attend the Baptism, after all he is a season ticket holder. I couldn’t be selfish and just run up to him and ask if he had any extra tickets. My entire family was going to be at the church and I wanted to be sure and enjoy the little time with them since I no longer live in Chicago. Plus, the day wasn’t about me or the game, it was all about my cousin Evie accepting Jesus. As my family and I walked into the Church we all immediately went to Evie and congratulated her on the big decision. After greeting with more relatives I found my seat and waited patiently for the Baptism to begin. Out of no where I felt a presence behind me.

Today, the United States is the largest economic and military power in the world, the political freedom and education level of the people are universally acknowledged to be among the top 3 in the world; so, what kind of American spirit has shaped the United States?

Greetings: while working together in India gatherings and manners s need to handshake. in any case, now and then Indians use "Namaste". For the most part lady shake hands now-days. Then again, shaking hands with ladies relies on upon themselves.

Imagine traveling to a foreign country, where the culture and cuisine is very different from your own. How would you begin to explore the nation’s traditions and customs? Maybe you would start by visiting the most famous restaurants, museums, and buildings. By studying these places and things, you would begin to understand more about the history and what it was like living there during that time period. Not many people think about how our country’s cuisine began. The different mealtimes and food trends, through the years, helped shape our nation to what it is today. Other countries influenced and help create our ideas for our cuisine. During the Industrial Revolution, American mealtime and different food trends were positively affected.

All summer I had been looking forward to seeing God change my life, but I had seen nothing. One of the leaders, David pulled me aside and began to tell me that I was important and God was working in me. As we left that site I felt filled with the Holy Spirit of God. That night our group went to the top floor of the hotel for worship and it was so powerful I broke down and cried. I was so amazed by God's presence, it made me sad to think that others don’t know him. I started to pray for my friends and family and when I finished I felt filled up with the Holy Spirit. I went to bed that night feeling content wishing the trip would never end. The last day, we went shopping, and went to the beach, and some people managed to buy machetes. We went back to the hotel and had pizza for dinner. The pizza tasted really good after six days of chicken. When we finished eating we shared what God had done on the trip. I proudly shared my story of God working in my life. Dallas and I went up to our room to pack for the next day when we finished we fell into bed and went to sleep. We went to the airport the next day, the airport was smaller than DIA, so security went pretty fast. We waited by the gate for a while then moved on to the shops. As me, Jason and Dallas moved from shop to shop I reflected on the trip. God had really shown his power and spirit in my life. Even at the

America has a unique food culture that survives solely on processed foods, but it is time to adopt a new food culture. As Barbara Kingsolver popular and prolific author on her book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life weighs in on how Americans in a generation or two have drifted away from their agricultural roots and no longer know the importance of growing and raising food and must adopt a “genuine food culture.” Americans rely on processed foods and have no idea where the food is coming from. Although vegetarianism has often been associated with issues of ethics and animal rights, for many people it can become a means to a healthier lifestyle for all species and the environment. The United Nations News Centre has said that going

In the summer of 2015, I went to Tennessee on a youth retreat. The purpose of this youth retreat was for my peers and I to make our bond with our God stronger. We were in the mountains, for a week, with plenty of space and time to talk with our God. On the last night of our stay we

“She served an oily, slick portion of the squirrel to me for supper. I pulled the stringy meat from the bones as best I could. Everyone else ate spaghetti and meatballs. I could not finish my serving. After supper, I felt tired and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up close to midnight and cried out. My grandmother rushed into my room and my parents came in soon after, just in time to see me vomit. My father walked me outside to get some air. I heaved and sobbed for what seemed a very long time. I think it was guilt that I was trying to expel from my body. My father put his arm around my shoulders and held me close to his side. I was a hunter for one day and on that day I had killed a squirrel. That day was also the last time I held a gun in my

At approximately, seven years old I started to learn the art of cooking with--Love and Spirit--near the apron of my Great Aunt Cora Spellman. She helped to raise me into the man I am today—God & Goddess—Bless Her Soul—Now & Always! (My mother worked hard as “The Help” who cleaned White folk’s houses for income and often came home exhausted.) Great Aunt Cora cooked fresh greens and other vegetables, made great tasting and stomach filling homemade bread, rolls, cakes and pies. Furthermore, Great Aunt Cora was one of the 15 members in the Mount Zion Holiness Church Prayer Band of Powerful Faith Healers, Ministers, Preachers, Evangelists, Singers and Church Builders (only two men qualified to be members). She

Many people like to think of America as a melting pot of all sorts of cultures, all sorts of