Childhood memories of dinnertime hold a special place in my heart. What used to be a daily experience of family unity and sharing is unfortunately now reserved for holidays and an occasional Sunday or birthday gathering. Rather than each family member drifting into his or her own individual world as their life grew busier, we always had the interaction during mealtime to strengthen our family bonds and enrich the daily experience of community life. My mother would create a meal consisting of either a pasta, or meat and potato type meal for our family of six. Our evening meal always included a salad, plenty of vegetables, and a basic dessert like brownies, pie, or ice cream. There was never an official dinner time since my dad’s schedule varied. Therefore,…
It was an early Sunday morning, Anthony's whole family was at church. They we’re sitting in the back like we normally do because they don't get there in time to get to sit in the front. After mass they went home and Anthony's mom started cooking a new recipe,chicken parmesan and asparagus with hollandaise sauce for our sunday dinner. She liked to try new things on sunday when the whole family would get together. Later that night after they ate dinner his family played games for a little then went to bed.…
As Sunday approaches, the 3 generation family tree comes to the home of the oldest generation, eating food, talking, watching music videos, and laughing, waiting for the Monday to pop by, where they have to go and work. All kinds of food are given each Sunday. Hispanic, Soul, etc.…
I always describe my grandpa as the “energizer bunny” because at eight plus years old, he is still the strongest man in the world in my eyes. My grandparents had a cabin in Durango for over twenty years, after agreeing to go there after my dad fell in love with the town on a skiing trip with his buddies. The cabin is hidden in the depths of the mountains, hidden away from the world like a tiny escape only my family knew about. From the time I was in diapers up until the summer before seventh grade, I would travel to their cabin during the summer. Sitting on the porch with my grandpa, I learned so much about life, family, and even how to spit sunflower seeds properly. Although most of my porch memories blend together, there is one that will always stand out to me.…
We stayed in a cabin on the beach. When I say beach I mean a rocky, windy shoreline with lots of ocean spray. My brothers played outside and chased down and taunted tiny orange crabs. My grandparents took walks on the coast every evening, and I watched, perched on my tiny balcony.…
My grandmother had a little farm growing in the backyard. She planted seeds like sugarcane, corns, green onion, and stuff like that. We had an apple tree, and two other big huge trees that I had forgotten their names. One of the big huge tree was next to our kitchen window, so we use to climb that tree all the time. We use to go and play tag on the roof using the big huge tree as a ladder to get up the roof. It was fun jumping up and down from the roof to the old fridge and oven outside our bathroom. We also played basketball in our backyard with our homemade basketball rim. It was made out of a big wooden board, and a bicycle rim. We nailed the rim to the wooden board,…
The smell of fresh baked cookies and homemade buns rolled through the air. At that moment when I walked in my grandma’s house I knew she was making cookies and her homemade buns. Which were the best things in the world and will always be the best thing in the world. Ever since I was a little boy and I used to go my grandma’s for daycare she would make cookies and buns for my brother and I all the time. We would come home from school and go to her house until my parents were done with work. Most of the time that we walked through her door after school you could smell the delicious scent of fresh baked cookies and homemade buns. Almost every time she would have us help her with some things around her house and always said…
When I was young, I lived in a house in the small town of Richland. My house was white, hence it was always called “The White House”. We always had numerous neighborhood kids running about, because our house was caught in the middle between two apartment buildings. The summers were always beautiful, with the colors so vibrant. Our house was surrounded by Northern Catalpa trees. They had leaves that could be larger than your face and I always remember stacking them up in towers or pretending they were lily pads when it rained. I lived with my parents and my older brother and sister. We always used to roam around on our bikes and explore the woods that surrounded everything like a barrier. There was a little forest den that must have been cleaned…
“Grandmother, I brought you fresh bread and vegetables from the market,” I exclaimed proudly as I removed my red overcoat and tossed it onto the rocking chair in the corner. “I will be back in a few minutes Grandmother. I am going to put on some stew, I hope you are hungry.”…
My grandma makes the best meals. She cooks dinner every Sunday as if it were a holiday. This is something she takes pride in; it’s a time when the whole family gets together to eat a good hearty meal. Sunday meals usually consist of beef and mashed potatoes with the best mushroom gravy, homegrown green beans, homemade sauerkraut with bacon bits, fresh salad, and homemade cheesecake for dessert. This is her favorite time of the week because she can cook and catch up with her family.…
Sunday dinner has been a tradition in our family for as long as I can remember. It’s a day where family and friends reconnect, catch up and bring generations together. When our family gathers, our guest includes babies, teenagers, young adults, middle-age, and senior citizens. When I was a young girl, I remember spending the summer at grandmas’ house. On Saturday morning, grandma would wake us up at the crack of dawn for breakfast because we had along day ahead of us this would be the day that we would plan our menu and do our shopping. My grandparents mostly grew their own vegetables; they also raised a few hogs and chickens. What we didn’t have we would spend all day Saturday shopping and preparing our menu for Sunday dinner. After an all day outing, we would help grandma cut up greens, shell peas or beans if needed. When preparing and cooking Sunday dinner, the women would be in the kitchen lending a helping hand doing something and the men would be in charge of churning the homemade ice cream or tending to the grill if any meat needed to be grilled. Our family is from the Louisiana, South Georgia, and North Florida area. We believe in cooking everything from scratch and enough to feed an army. The women young and old would work well into the night prepping food for the next day.…
four leaf flowers,water trickling down the sides of the rocks and running down along the edge of…
My favorite place in the world is the Bahama Islands. There are many things that I liked about my visit there. My favorite thing was the incredible beaches. Also, the people there were really nice and friendly. In addition, I find the history to be very interesting.…
My favorite place is my country, Honduras. It has a lot of nature -- many exotic birds and other animals. You can go out and play every day because the people are very friendly and they know each other very well. We have some beautiful mountains and there are a lot of rivers full of fish. We have beautiful fields filled with green grass. We have a clean atmosphere because we do not have too many cars. -…
One favorite place from my childhood that I remember fondly is my grandparents' house. On one hand, its marvelous location is inforgettable to me. On the other hand, I have a lovely remembrance of all the funactivities my family and I did there. In adition, other memories include the delicious meals we enjoyed there.…