Personal Narrative: Thanksgiving Memoir

Not so thankful for what happened on thanksgiving. On Thursday, November 26, 2015 my mom suggested that I invite some friends over. My mom just wanted to meet the guys that I was intending to go black friday shopping with later that evening I assumed. Thanksgiving morning, I had asked my friends Ceejay ,Alex, and Collin to come over on Thanksgiving. They arrived and my mom had introduced herself to them and was joking around with them.

When the counters were are all cleaned up and everything is warm and just out of the oven, it's time to have Thanksgiving dinner. We all sat down with the windows cracked just enough for the cool breeze to swirl around the room. Chatters fill the room as family members catch up on life. After a prayer, we all eat the amazing food prepared by our grandma and mom. It tasted so good, just like every Thanksgiving dinner.

Thanksgiving is a time for family, food and reminiscing about all the good times. At the Fitzgerald household only two things matter most. Food and Monopoly. We've played the painstakingly long game every year since I was seven, and I would always lose. Naturally, when my uncle busted out the game, I was ready to back out and save the small dignity that I still had.

Thanksgiving is a week away that's about the only thing on my mind, my dad's mind, my mom's mind, everyone’s mind. Plus my dad just got back home from doing five years in prison, so yea it was something to look forward to, sitting at the table as a complete family again. Anyway we had just picked my dad up from work, that night we ate steak and potatoes, my favorite! It was a school night I had just gotten my school clothes ready and was headed to take my shower. I stopped in my parent’s room, because I saw my dad up getting dressed to go out that night. We talked for a minute or two then he told me goodnight he'll be back, so I continued to do what I was doing. I really had no idea this would be the last time I saw my dad. Around 7 a.m. the

For my first Thanksgiving as host, I bought the biggest turkey they had in the store, it was just over 100 dollars. I had to get help to just carry it to my car because it was so heavy, once we got it to my car, I asked the man that helped me, where that strangely huge turkey came from and how old it was. The man responded and told me that it came from Kuck’s Turkey Farm in Ohio and told me that it was just over 10. I asked him if that was old for a turkey and he told me that it was a very old age to send a turkey to the butcher. I then asked him why and he told me that the turkey will become tough and have a gamy taste the older it gets. I then left thinking if I should’ve even bought the turkey to begin with.

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.

My story about a thanksgiving dinner that did not go as planned but turned out successful in the end is, Early thursday morning I walked out into the kitchen and smelled something was burning it was the corn casserole that I had made the night before and asked my mom to put it in, in the morning

“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.

The whole 405 crew was meeting up with some guys from Texas. Everyone decided to bring something to eat as it was thanksgiving. Everybody brought their families and the cooking began. While they waited for the meal to be done they raced. Things got a little bit heated in the races but it was all okay.

Thanksgiving, the only time where a parade, a dog show, and football can all be found on the same channel. But in all seriousness, Thanksgiving is a time that many overlook for the holiday that comes on December 25th, Christmas. People just think of Thanksgiving as I a time to eat a lot of food and feel bad about it. I was also one of these people waiting for the Christmas holiday to start. However during this Thanksgiving, I learned the true meaning of Thanksgiving with the help of my grandparents.

My family and I drive from Brownstown to Rochester, to eat at my aunt’s house. We are supposed to arrive at three o’clock, but due to my mom’s inability to be on time, we are usually forty-five minutes late. When I step into the front door to my aunt’s house, my mouth begins to water. I can smell the strong aromas coming from the kitchen. I am then greeted at the door by the two small dogs yapping hello to me. I take off my shoes and proceed to the living room to say hello to the rest of the family. We then talk for awhile while my uncle finishes up the turkey. When the turkey is done we all rush to the counter to get the first plate. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, green beans, sausage, rolls, it is all there, waiting for us to devour it. Once the rush is over and everyone is seated at the table, we bow our heads and thank God for the wonderful food we have been blessed with. After we have all eaten and the family is done pounding me with questions regarding my future, my cousins, siblings, and I all clean off the table and wash the dishes. Once the dishes are done and our stomachs are stuffed, we pack up some of the left overs and head back

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.

Every year on Thanksgiving and Easter, my whole family comes to my house. We eat and spend time together. We have forty family members show up at times, so it’s packed. Most of us squeeze into my living room to watch football or basketball depending on the holiday. Everyone brings food and it’s delicious. I love the smell of the fresh made pies, I love the taste of turkey on Thanksgiving, and I love the feeling of togetherness.

You might be wondering exactly how this meal time gathering came into being. The truth is it happened because my parents are amazing people. The type of people who you can’t always appreciate growing up, but as soon as you become a parent yourself, you get it, suddenly their awesomeness shines through.

It is your destiny to live and help the people around me make it through there is something waiting for you for you ”. I did not question her I just picked up my chin and keep walking for my people. finally we came up to this place with big walls and more guards it smells like death . Well the guards told us “ welcome to your new home , you will eat , sleep and train here you better get used to it, it's called the turkey ”. Everyone wonder why the turkey it was a funny name ,but no one question it . After , they took us to different rooms ,and told us to take off are clothes then gave us gear like we were about to go to war . The only problem was not the gear ,but that their more of us than there were beds ,so some sleep on the floor and some on the bed. The other kids looked up to me because i was next for king seace the real king was their i stepped in and they gave an oath to that they would do anything for me , so i got a bed.