Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Reflection


            Family is a short word with deep substance to it. The word family is in fact more than just a word; it is a meaning of love, security, and belonging. Although some may not choose to accept their family as the people who are blood related to them, no matter the person and the situation, everyone has a family. Whatever the family unit may be it is simple to say that families can help us to survive and prosper socially, culturally, and spiritually.

            Growing up in a family allows a person to grow socially. This, I think, can especially be the case when growing up with siblings. Learning how to interact with others in courteous and mannerly ways allows a person to develop the social skills they need to obtain to maximize their relationship with others throughout their life. I am grateful that my parents taught me how to be kind and thoughtful of others, and I am grateful for my brothers, who got all of my practice efforts laid out on them for years.  

            We can learn so much about the culture we are raised in through our families. Every family has a history; good and bad things we can learn about our past. When we research and find out more about our ancestors that came before us, we can really start to appreciate family members, and the members that sacrificed so much and worked hard in order for us to be living the lives that we are now. As John Florez explains in The Family Endures, “[families] gave me a sense of community, a sense of belonging.” (Notarianni 6) When we know where we come from, it can help us be appreciate for our family, and to have the motivation to work hard to be a good addition to the name.

            Our families also help us spiritually. Coming to know whom we are is a big part of live. You often hear people saying that they are still trying to figure out who they are. Our families, through nurturing, play a big role in who we are and who we become. We exude characteristics from the people we love and spend time with. We reflect upon what we love about family members and apply those characteristics into our own lives. It is also important that we develop who we are as individuals, too.  We are as Wild Oats: “…Wild oats…as reckless and carefree as a significant misnomer…equipped to make strong attachments to the place it lands…wild oats wait with faith and certainty for the opportunity to make itself a home. To quite literally sow wild oats, then, suggests a resolute will to take root in the community of vegetable sisters, wherever the wind blows you.” (Funda 31-32) I believe we are similar to a wild oat. We need to go into the world to find ourselves. However, we also realize that out families help up us to develop too, and we are grateful to establish roots with people we love. Once those roots are deeply established, there is a sense of happiness and comfort that nothing else can fill.

            Families can bring us true happiness in life. Who are we with ought them, really? Our families help us to survive and prosper socially, culturally, and spiritually. Without my family, I don’t know where I would be today. I have learned so much from them, and throughout this semester and this class-where I am always thinking of them-my appreciation and love toward them has only grown. 
 
Works Cited
·      Exerpts from “Wild Oats,” third chapter of Weeds: A Farm Daughter’s Lament, By Evelyn I. Funda
·      The Family Endures: A look at Utah History, By Philip F. Norarianni

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Interview


Sitting in my grandmother’s living room after yet another wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, my mom, dad and I were able to have a conversation about gathering together as a family to enjoy a traditional meal. Our bellies and hearts both full from a day of great food and great company, I asked them questions about Thanksgiving, ranging from topics such as what their favorite parts are, and what we can learn from it.

            The first thing I wanted to know from my parents was their favorite part about this year’s Thanksgiving.  As we went over the evens of the day, we had to laugh a laugh about was the outcome of this year’s dinner. At around noon, my mom and I were preparing the dinner roles for Thanksgiving at 2:00, when we get a call from my grandma saying she had forgotten to put the turkey in the oven. It was a Thanksgiving tragedy! No turkey, no happiness. So our dinner was delayed until 6:00 pm. I found this pretty fitting, however, considering it is called Thanksgiving dinner, after all. I don’t know how or why this whole “lunchtime-dinner” tradition started. My mom said that she just loved the fact that we were all together as a family; I was down from school, and we had our relatives from out of state there. My dad liked that we were able to do out traditional “Turkey Shoot” that morning. He loves taking my brothers and I shotgun shooting, so the Turkey Shoot is always a fun one with everyone there.

            After hearing these answers I came to the conclusion that neither of them said anything about the actual dinner; both of their favorite things were simply about the family being together. So I asked, “What do you think a purpose of having a big traditional meal is, then?” My mom responded pretty quickly to that one. She brought up the fact of us getting together with her side of the family for a monthly dinner. Is it the dinner that we all really gather for? No, it is the company of the people we are eating with. My dad said that good food is just a good excuse to get everyone there, and to ensure a good time!   

            After talking to my parents and analyzing Thanksgiving myself, I realized that sitting around my grandma’s table this year was a wonderful experience for me. We were blessed to have my Uncle back from Afghanistan, and his family from Arizona, and also my Aunt’s family from Idaho. My step-uncle was also there; a few days previous I learned that he is now going through a rough divorce. However, when we were at that table, almost all of us together, It allowed me to step back and feel the gratitude in the room and all the negativity slip away. Being able to be with family over Thanksgiving truly is a blessing. I will miss that group of people when I leave for Oklahoma. My Thanksgiving will be a lot different next year. But that is the great thing about family. I know that they will all still be thinking about me. I also know that I will foster relationships in Oklahoma that will make me feel like I am still at home.