Thanksgiving
Ever since I was a young girl, I've always loved Thanksgiving. It's always been my favorite holiday. I even had a teacher in elementary school bring up to my parents during parent-teacher conferences her concerns over the fact that I didn't know what a wishbone was. (I'm not sure how many families follow the tradition with the wishbone, but certainly my family didn't).
Being in a new city and away from family and friends, I really was looking forward to this Thanksgiving. I always try to reflect about what I am grateful for every year, even though my family is not the type to sit around the table and express outloud what we are grateful for. Maybe it's a new tradition I can start when the little one makes an apperance into this world.
I was surprised when I arrived at my parents' house to find that my dad's nephew, his wife and their four girls had made the trip down from Detroit. It was a nice surprise to see them since I don't see them very often. We later joined up with other relatives at a restaurant owned by my cousin and my aunt and uncle. I wonder as times change how our family gatherings are going to change. I do know not take for granted these times as a family spent together.
My mom ended up coming to Indy with me from our Thanksgiving trip home. She is giving me cooking lessons making sure that I am healthy and also her unborn grandchild is getting the appropriate nutrients and also to keep me company.
In the car on the drive down, I learned more about my parents' lives and what their lives were like and how they eventually came to the US. The story is fascinating to me and also made me realize how little I really know about their lives. Many children hear their parents' stories a million times that they can recite their stories along with their parents, but for me, when I hear a story it is for the first time or maybe a second time. It made me think about the fact that I really want to know them and the story of their lives and that of my grandparents and my other relatives. A suggestion I've heard of is a tape recording of someone telling the family stories so that the history is not lost.
Being in a new city and away from family and friends, I really was looking forward to this Thanksgiving. I always try to reflect about what I am grateful for every year, even though my family is not the type to sit around the table and express outloud what we are grateful for. Maybe it's a new tradition I can start when the little one makes an apperance into this world.
I was surprised when I arrived at my parents' house to find that my dad's nephew, his wife and their four girls had made the trip down from Detroit. It was a nice surprise to see them since I don't see them very often. We later joined up with other relatives at a restaurant owned by my cousin and my aunt and uncle. I wonder as times change how our family gatherings are going to change. I do know not take for granted these times as a family spent together.
My mom ended up coming to Indy with me from our Thanksgiving trip home. She is giving me cooking lessons making sure that I am healthy and also her unborn grandchild is getting the appropriate nutrients and also to keep me company.
In the car on the drive down, I learned more about my parents' lives and what their lives were like and how they eventually came to the US. The story is fascinating to me and also made me realize how little I really know about their lives. Many children hear their parents' stories a million times that they can recite their stories along with their parents, but for me, when I hear a story it is for the first time or maybe a second time. It made me think about the fact that I really want to know them and the story of their lives and that of my grandparents and my other relatives. A suggestion I've heard of is a tape recording of someone telling the family stories so that the history is not lost.
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