Where
I come from, there are a variety of ethnic subcultures that practice many
various rituals for different cultural celebrations each year. Often times, I
am lucky to be able to witness and participate in those special occasions, due
to the diverse range of friends I have.
In the last four years since I have
lived in the states, there is one occasion that is celebrated every year on the
27th of November. Thanksgiving is one of the events filled with
rituals and topped off with new memories every year. I had the pleasure of
joining one of my teammates and her family for this wonderful holiday almost
every year since I moved here.
My teammate, Ellie and I would leave
Bozeman on a Wednesday afternoon and drive for about two and a half hours get
to her hometown, Great Falls. On Wednesday evenings of Thanksgiving week, the
family would normally go to dinner at a popular local restaurant. This is
followed by the latest movie out in the theaters. Sometimes, the kids would go
to a different movie than the parents.
The real fun begins the next
morning. The whole family gets up at 7 in the morning for their annual and
ritual ‘Burn the Bird’ run. Long distance running is probably my least favorite
thing to do. But since it was a ritual for the family and the community of
Great Falls, I had no choice but to experience it (only for my first year).
Ellie’s mother usually does not do the run either. Instead, she stays home and
begins preparations for the big meal that evening and I often stay back to help
her in the kitchen.
Every year, Ellie’s mother
hand-makes a beautiful centerpiece with fresh flowers, for the dining table to
honor the special occasion. When Ellie’s father comes home from the run, it is
a ritual to turn on the football channel, where he watches his favorite team,
the Steelers. He is so passionate about his team that he pulls out all his
Steelers’ gears, which include towels, handkerchiefs, hats, etc., creating a
shrine in hopes that his team will win.
Ellie’s father is also always the
person in-charge of taking out the turkey from the oven, and making sure the
bird is cooked all the way through. Then, he carves the turkey for serving on a
silver platter. As we all sit down with our plates filled with food, we joined
hands to say grace before finally stuffing our faces.
After the very fulfilling meal, the
young adults and I prepare for the madness of Black Friday shopping by looking
at all the catalogs, and circling down every item we could possibly want to
get, for when the stores open at 2 a.m. Nowadays, Black Friday shopping starts
as early as Thursday night—breaking the normal tradition and ritual. Stores are
not even as chaotic and packed anymore these days, because everyone does their
shopping early. I did, however, get to experience the true Black Friday
shopping madness, on my first Thanksgiving in Great Falls, with the extremely
long lines outside Target and the long waiting hours.
I consider myself quite lucky to
have observed and experienced Thanksgiving the way Ellie and her family does
it, the true traditional American way.

















