About Me
- Lorita
- “Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Watch your words, for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become habits. Watch your habits, for they become character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.” - Roy Croft
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
My family traditions
In my family, we have so many different traditions that have been followed since the beginning of time. Most of our traditions are based on the different holidays that we celebrate in our religion, Christianity. Every Christmas, my family and I assemble in kind of like a reunion and celebrate the whole day together. Now, Middle Eastern families are loud and obnoxious (no offense, but you know what I mean) and being in the same room as all your other family members is hectic. However, we still gather round and talk about the good old times; everybody at once actually. Also, every Easter, my cousins and I color different eggs and place them in a "magic" bowl. Next every person receives an egg and he/she must try to break his/her opponent's egg. The way you do this is you take an egg and carefully tap the other person's egg. Then you check to see which one of you have the crack in your egg. The person who has no mark on their eggs gets another chance to challenge an opponent. My cousins and I fight every Easter when we realize there is a crack on our eggs and start complaining to our parents. Next, every summer, my aunt from Germany and my family from all over the U.S. arrive in Los Angeles to celebrate a family reunion but this time we do not open gifts or gather round the Christmas tree to sing carols. My second cousin is the deejay and my grandmother is the cook. Now you need to know that Middle Eastern families make the best food ever (in my opinion): Chicken, lamb, beef kabobs, traditional potato salad, white rice with saffron, dolma (various ingredients in a leaf) and many more delicious foods. The elders in the family prepare all this food and every body else begins to stuff their faces. However the best part of my family tradition is the fact that we all gather round and pray for all the great blessings that God has given us. Again the elders prepare a great speech and we bow our heads when the priest begins to pray.
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