Lina asked me to fly her home for a feast, Vicki said I am her second daughter and should go to her family Thanksgiving dinner, Renee always gives me her love and hope I could go to FL..I am grateful for what I have in my life. Hope I will have my loved ones celebrate in my house next
As one of America’s leading contemporary poet’s, Sharon Olds is known for the intense personal and emotional poetry that she writes. Her ability to intimately and graphically divulge details of her personal life allows readers to delve into the deepest parts of not only her mind, but of their own as well. Sharon Olds uses her writing to allow readers to experience the good and bad of life through her eyes, yet allows readers the interpretive freedom to define her works as they fit into their own lives. Olds’ ability to depict both wonderful and tragic events in stories such as “First Thanksgiving” and “Still Life in Landscape”with beautifully gruesome clarity allow readers a gritty real-life experience unlike any other.
In Truman Capote’s The Thanksgiving Visitor, a connection is exposed between the main character, Buddy, and his elderly best friend, Miss Sook, which serves as the center point of the story and reveals much about the intricacies of human nature. An autobiographical tale, the author describes his childhood of the 1930s in rural Alabama. An 8-year-old orphan who lives with his four cousins of sixty-plus years, he is an outcast among his peers who finds school and life outside the household quite scary. This dread of school is brought about by the neighborhood bully, Odd Henderson, who constantly beats and picks on Buddy any chance he can get. In fact, Buddy only truly finds himself happy when accompanied by the eccentric Miss Sook and her dog, Queenie. The story follows Buddy, a young Capote, as he goes through the struggles of loneliness, envy, friendship, and empathy. Through these trials, with the aid of the old spinster, Miss Sook, Buddy matures and grows to learn about life lessons.
Common curtesy has us saying “Thanks” to the point that we may have lost the intentions associated with the response. W.S. Merwin sums up this anomaly in his poem “Thanks”, saying “with nobody listening we are saying thank you” (Merwin 29). We say thanks for so many meaningless things that it no longer carry’s the true intent of the speaker. Instead it is a response to acknowledge the receiver rather than giving true thanks. This repetition allows for questions regarding what are we truly thankful for, and how we make this known to the receiver. Carl Dennis, in his poem, “Thanksgiving Letter From Harry”, struggles with this question. Not seeing himself thankful for all the negative atrocities around him, he tries to find something he can stand up and be thankful for with limited success, “I’m, thankful today I don’t reside in a country/My country has chosen to liberate” (Dennis 2-3). Generic overuse of such a simple, but meaningful word, has made saying “thanks” somewhat mundane, making it harder to express their gratitude to the receiver seamlessly.
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
The air was warm, the beams of sunlight shined on my skin, and the sweet laughter of my daughter came as she ran about. I could hear the bark of the neighbor’s dog in the distance, the scraping sound of a jogger's sneakers on the gravel sidewalk and I could smell the sweet aroma of the ripening peaches coming from the tree in our backyard. It was a brilliant summer day just like any other. My husband, Matthew, pulled in. Our daughter ran to him as he walked up the drive, “Daddy, Daddy,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him with love. My husband sat beside me and began to speak. My heart began to beat slowly and erratically at first, my eyes began to burn in their sockets and a lump rose in my throat. The hair on my arms stood on end as my eyes began to fill with tears. “I got orders babe, I’m going to be shipped out in eight days.” These words my husband spoke would be the begging of a whole new life, a whole new fear. This day my life changed forever. On this day I learned my husband was going to be deployed.
It is beautiful to see so many loving family members and friends here to share in this occasion, especially those who have traveled some distances to
There is a strong aroma of turkey cooking slowly, brownish gravy bubbling in the pot, and just a hint of sweet, savory cranberry sauce filling the air. All these smells gathering together is causing an overpowering feeling of hunger. The kitchen is filled with activity as my mother and father move throughout the kitchen as if they were racing against the clock. I, along with my two sisters are found in the dining room setting up the big, darkly stained dining room table with the fine china plates that we only use once a year. You know, the ones with the intricate designs of flowers wrapping around each other, etched around the entirety of each individual glass, plate, and dish. It is Thanksgiving morning in my house and every year it starts
appreciation for her and her hard work. This moment had taught me to show my kids happiness
Today, I still continue taking care of my family like I had promised to be. My father now working does not come home until late in the afternoon meaning that the household work would be left to my Grandmother, sister and I. I am thankful for my parents divorce because it has helped me grow as a person and shown me that changing is necessary for the greater good.
Amazing a zillion times is how I would describe my Thanksgiving this year! I went to Las Vegas to go visit my dad. We didn't really go anywhere but we got to sit down and hang out with each other. Going to Las Vegas is special to me because I don't get to see my dad as often as i'd like to. Every moment in Vegas is truly a moment to enjoy and admire.
I remember on Thanksgiving my grandmother was god a feast for my family.So I go over to my granny to help her out and she said I can help her out with tasting the greens. I dove right into those greens and they taste amazing. So I’m going along just devouring those greens and ask for another bite and she said, “ go ahead baby” and no better words could have came out her
I woke up from the noise of chickens clucking and cows mooing. Im thankful for another day. Another great day of cleaning the house, the barn , the animals. Another great day to be cooking for a monster called dad who does not thing but yell and eat when he comes from work.
My two daughters call their children over and begin gathering their things before heading back into the city for the rest of their busy day. One by one, each person disappears back into their overwhelming lives until the next time we meet and I am left here alone. I remember all the times I have been alone, all the days where I sit at home, waiting to see my family again. This doesn’t make me sad though, if anything it makes me thankful. Thankful that despite this, I still have my family, and that I have lived my life.
I’d like to start by thanking you all on behalf of my wife and I, for sharing our special day. Thank you all for your kind wishes, cards and presents. I can’t wait to see how many stick on shower radios we get, and exactly how you wrap a wheelbarrow! Nicola and I have been worrying about this day for weeks and it means a great deal to us that you managed to make it. We hope you are all having a great time.
Foremost, let me say this may be unusual, me sending you a letter and all, but by the time you finish reading this I hope it’ll make more sense.