Narrative Essay About Thanksgiving

Every year before I eat the big Thanksgiving meal, I stop and think about what I’m thankful for. My family, friends, and health are important to me.

One thing that is similar to my thanksgiving that some people also have is the food.

Thanksgiving Holiday means so much to me. I love to celebrate that extended weekend with my family. On the eve of the big day, my cousins and I meet at an elder’s house and then the festivities began. This shared feast started in 1621 with the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians sharing a harvest feast ("Thanksgiving," 2016). A portion of the food can be prepared the day before. We decide who would handle what task and when it time clean up the second generation, always try to make the third generation do it. We then continue to cook and clean and reminisce of our past year. Sometimes we would bring up our childhood pranks and stories of family members that passed and present. On the day of Thanksgiving we finish cooking,

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.

When the great holiday of Thanksgiving comes to mind, most people think of becoming total gluttons and gorging themselves with a seemingly unending amount of food. Others might think of the time spent with family and friends. The whole basis of the holiday is family togetherness, fellowship, and thankfulness for blessings received during the previous year.

The aroma of stuffing and hot, tender turkey was dancing in my nose. Football was being viewed in 55 inches of high definition. There was a visit from crazy Uncle Eddy. Yes, it was certainly a Thanksgiving to remember. Over the years, Thanksgiving has been very hit or miss. Some years it’s great, and other years, it’s not so great! Because the turkey was terrific, there was football on all day long, and Uncle Eddy played all his usual pranks, this Thanksgiving was the best holiday on record.

At that point of my childhood, my family was unaware of American holidays and traditions since they barely settled in The United States. One of the holidays that were a major topic of discussion in American schools was Thanksgiving. When I was in elementary, teachers would make students draw turkeys, color turkeys, and play games that featured turkeys. I did not comprehend what Thanksgiving was truly about as a child, but I did know that it was “turkey day,” meaning that on Thanksgiving I was supposed to eat a turkey with my family just like the rest of my peers said they would.

Walking out of the front door sights of yellow, orange, and bright red autumn leaves flow in the wind like tiny dancers. The feeling of warm air and smells like hot apple cider symbolizing a new season and new traditions. Many people have different memories from their fall traditions that will teach future generations to come. Traditions are very important in society. Regardless of race or religion, all parts of the world follow many diverse traditions, such as Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is one of America's most treasured holidays and traditions. While there are some constants in the way we observe the day, it can mean different things to different people. As part of my human experience, my family and I celebrate the holiday of harvest and

“Every Thanksgiving I travel to Saint Louis Missouri to stay with my grandmother. Our first day off school for Thanksgiving break, be begin packing for our trip. I had ordered a black Columbia jacket that was supposed to arrive that Wednesday, so I hoped it would come before we left. My brother in college comes to decatur and brings his dog Dino (pronounced deno) so we can travel together. That day all we had to do was wait on my brother Anthony to come back from his Richland classes. It took a couple more hours than we were expecting, and everyone got impatient. I felt slightly ticked but also glad my jacket came before we left.

Thanksgiving is more than just a day off or a break from school, it’s more than just a holiday. It’s more than just stuffing your face with mash potatoes and turkey. It's a time to fellowship and give thanks. This year has brought about multiple challenges, but we have stayed faithful and strong as a family. There is nothing more powerful than our family. God has blessed me with such a solicitous family.

Thanksgiving is a time for many things: food, family, and, with Black Friday sales starting earlier each year, shopping. It’s also a time for giving thanks, something most people forget about despite the presence of the word “thanks” in the name of the holiday. People have a tendency to forget about this part, though, because it’s easy to take the people and animals we love for granted. Sometimes, it’s hard to appreciate them at all, especially when you have a cat whose been labeled the “bad cat” like my family’s cat, Shadow.

Did you know that Pilgrims and the Indians made the day of Thanksgiving on November 29 1623? Well, if you did than that’s great. I wrote about Thanksgiving because it's the holiday that our family always cherishes. Sometimes I would watch cooking channels to learn how to cook Thanksgiving food for my family. It's really what we do every Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is the BIG feast we had lots of food turkey, stuffing, ham, sweet potatoes, cherry pie, and corn peas. The big feast was amazing lots of my family members came over and we watch T.V played games and I and my cousin went outside. We saw a pile of leaves in the yard and jump in side of it and guess what I saw…

Anyone can eat soul food on any particular day of the year. However, it is something distinctive about preparing and eating soul food on Thanksgiving Day. Soul food is considered to be fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, breaded fried okra and yams. The preparation and consumption of soul food have been a staple in my family’s tradition for many generations. Perchance the food tastes better because of the cool crisp air, or maybe it’s the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. I honestly don’t know why, but I feel like this should be a paten scientific theory. Everything just feels right on this day, as if the world halts for a split second and it is at harmony. Possibly that is why the food is cooked to perfection. Even the process of preparing the meal is practically better than eating the food.

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.