Narrative Essay About My Oral Tradition Is Thanksgiving

“Your worst battle is between what you know and what you feel” -Unknown. When cultures collide, A person tends to have conflicts with others and also with themselves. In “Thanksgiving: A Personal History” By Jennifer New, She experiences internal conflict because she is confused on how she should celebrate her first thanksgiving as an adult, to either use old traditions she did as a child or to start a new thing as an adult.

Heavenly smells in the air, footballs on T.V, family is gathered around, and a comfortable homey feel of my grandmother’s house makes Thanksgiving one of my favorite meals of the year. I will always have memories of thanksgiving at my grandmothers. The smell that rushes your nose as you walk in to the house. So many mouthwatering smells go through the air at my grandmother’s thanksgiving. Her Thanksgiving dinner never fails to fulfill my expectations. With the whole family gathered and the dinner table full of delicious food, I can’t help but feel content.

It 's a tradition that my moms side of the family come to my grandmas house for Thanksgiving. The cool air and falling leaves is a sign of fall and Thanksgiving is my least favorite holiday. I don’t like my cousins very much and I 'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Thanksgiving is not that cheerful for me. Years ago at Thanksgiving, I was not excited for it, just like every other year. My grandmas basement is very much underground and quite dark without the lights on. My cousins were running around the basement playing around. I started to try to scare them by hiding and popping out saying "Boo!". Evening approached and the moon starts to come out of hiding and the night starts to set in. It’s a cool night outside and the sun starts to

Thanksgiving is a national holiday celebrated by the United States, Canada, and a few Caribbean islands. It started off as a day that gave thanks or blessings for the harvest of the crops. Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday of November, and the Second Monday of October in Canada. The first thanksgiving was celebrated by the pilgrims after the first harvest in the new world in October in 1621. Years later, Abraham Lincoln declared the fourth Thursday of November the national day of thanksgiving on 1863. Congress later made thanksgiving a national holiday in 1941.

I have a good time on Thanksgiving. David and I went to see Anastasia and Andrew. Jason has told them that we were their grandparents. They did not comfort calling grandmama since I was not old enough to be their grandmama so I told them they can call me Sara. We got Anastasia, Andrew, and Elizabeth early Christmas gifts because Anastasia and Andrew going to spend Christmas with James and Amy. I am glad Amy get to see her children.

Over my Thanksgiving Vacation I did a lot of stuff like cook. I got to cook some of the food but my grandma cook the Tuckey and all of the stuff that I did not like. She cooked gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole and yams. when she was done cooking all of that I cooked all of the stuff that I did like ham, mac a cheese, deviled egg, apple pie, pumice pie When we were both done cooking all of the food, it was 5:00a clock and I was so glad that I got to eat because it smelled so good. I was very hungry. When we were done eating the Thanksgiving food, we had a lot of left overs we pat I a way. Then we watched the parade on TV. We record it and it was so cute to watch

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.

Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate our joys with friends and family. Unfortunately, if you are the person designated to cooking the holiday dinner, the joys can turn into complete and total fear. I'll never forget the first time I made Thanksgiving dinner for twenty family members and friends. I waited until the last minute to start and the dinner ended in a complete disaster. In the years following that failure, I have learned that preparing a Thanksgiving dinner is easy...if you plan ahead.

With six people living in a small house conflicts do arise. Things like who is using all the hot water, eating the last of the leftovers, and fighting for a spot to sit in front of the television. The one conflict that seems to stand out the most was an argument over sugared cereal. Earlier that day Grandma was up from Oregon and she left the house a box of Frosted Flakes. The box of cereal that my grandma gave us wasn’t even full, but I called at least one bowl. My older sister Danielle was bent on getting some cereal, and sure enough, she ate the rest of the box. She was on her third bowl and my siblings came up and called her out for it and it morphed into an aggressive and tense argument. While they were arguing I looked into the bowl and there were a bunch of tiny black ants floating in her cereal bowl. They were helplessly drowning in a bowl of sugar and milk. Danielle freaked out, and that was that.

My family, on Thanksgiving, always start by sleeping in. Then they get prepared for Thanksgiving by cleaning up the house and getting food ready. Sometimes we go to someone else’s house but most of time, we stay at home. We do it for fun and to gather around as a family. At the beginning of the day, we make and eat turkey, ham and mashed potatoes.

Although many people think that they should forget their problems, and that tomorrow will be another day,others fight everyday to complete their goal.People should fight for their beliefs everyday so the would not suffer more, have more free time, and to enjoy life more.

My grandpa's half brother then asked him why he had come if he didn’t even know read and write, and my grandfather calmly told him its because they would kill people and they wanted to kill me next, so that is why I left and because of problems at home.

Recently we wrote about Thanksgiving celebration in our Canadian office and their support to the local organization “Fare Share Food Bank” who help families in need.

My thanksgiving party is based on the theme dragon ball z kai. I chose DBZ kai, because dragon ball z kai is my most favorite show in the world. I am actually thankful that my family was able to by a television, because without my family, I wont be able to survive in this world. In the show my favorite characters are Goku with his family and friends.

One of these is that on Thanksgiving everybody comes together to my parents’ house in New Jersey for a huge feast. On Christmas only my mother and the children (me and my brother) travel to Illinois to spend a week with my grandparents. On New Years Eve we all get together at my parents’ house in New Jersey and toast to the New Year with champagne and apple cider. During Labor Day weekend all of my family travels to South Jersey to my grandfathers’ condo. We usually spend all of our time on the beach and barbequing, except on Sunday when we go to church. After all, my grandfather is a minister. One of our biggest family traditions is going back to Puerto Rico. Every year my mother and I travel back to Puerto Rico for a portion of our summer vacation. Now that I am older I travel there more often and stay there much longer. My father never joins because he doesn’t like my mothers side of the father too much and he thinks that we when we speak Spanish we are all plotting against him. Of course that’s not true though. My bother doesn’t speak Spanish so he doesn’t like to go either. I guess that tradition is one that belongs solely to my mother and I.