Family:
1.Two or more people who are committed to each other who intimacy, resources, decision-making responsibilities and values.
Olson, David. Marriages and Families. 7th Edision. New York: McGraw-Hill, 2008. Print
2. A group of individual who share a legal or genetic bond.
Maynytz, Melissa. "family.lovetoknow.com" Family Definition. Lovet to Know. Web. 2 Sept, 2013.
RECIPE: White or Wheat Sour Dough Pancakes
Johnny Giles
Informant: Jean Giles
Bountiful, Utah
Collected September 11, 2013
Title: Sour Dough Wheat Pancakes
Genre: Recipe
Informant: Jean Giles is the informant of this recipe that is a great tradition in my family. My grandma was born______ in _______. I got the recipe just the other day from her when she drove up to Logan to drop my car off for me. My Grandma grew up in Midway Utah. As a child she lived on a farm with her family. She went to Wasatch High school in Heber, Utah. There she met my Grandpa at a basketball tournament in Salt Lake City. She was with a group of her friends and the same for my grandpa. They were staying in a hotel and needed to catch a bus to the game. Well the two groups met up and no one knew how the bus and its routs worked. They were all from the countryside. My grandma piped up and said I know how it works. So she got them on the right bus and went to the place where they needed to be. My Grandpa thought my grandma was quite attractive. How did this little cute country girl know her way around a big city? My grandpa had the hots for my grandma as he would say but she was always going out with two different guys every weekend. So my Grandpa left her be. After a while something sparked and they fell in love. Ever since then the Giles Family was created.
Context: These pancakes are made every 4th of July. They are a normal sized pancake and the thickness is close to a quarter inch. They taste like heaven. I mean have you ever had a sour dough wheat pancake? Along with this pancake comes a homemade peach jam.
Text: This recipe is written in my Grandmas handwriting. Up in the top left corner she wrote in 2002 that Tyler, my cousin, and Alan, my Dad, weren’t come to the 4th of July breakfast that year. There is also a note on the side that says “makes 18 pancakes”.
Texture: These sour dough pancakes can either be a wheat pancake or a white pancake. They aren’t the normal fluffy pancake that everyone thinks a pancake is. They are a little bit heavier and much better tasting. The wheat pancake is a dark brown and the white is just a normal white color. My Grandma always makes extras for me so I can take them home in a Zip Lock baggie.
Meaning: These pancakes are more than just a delicious treat to all of us. It means that the whole family is getting together. We wake up early so we can all get to Grandma’s house on time to help make breakfast. We all sit outside in the backyard and enjoy each other’s company. This is one of our family traditions. It has somewhat changed though. Now there are great grand-children in our family. So usually my little brother and I are playing with them rather than being with everyone and socializing. I love sour dough wheat pancakes because they taste so good but most of all because when we have them it is a great time.
Johnny Giles
Informant: Jean Giles
Bountiful, Utah
Collected September 11, 2013
Title: Sour Dough Wheat Pancakes
Genre: Recipe
Informant: Jean Giles is the informant of this recipe that is a great tradition in my family. My grandma was born______ in _______. I got the recipe just the other day from her when she drove up to Logan to drop my car off for me. My Grandma grew up in Midway Utah. As a child she lived on a farm with her family. She went to Wasatch High school in Heber, Utah. There she met my Grandpa at a basketball tournament in Salt Lake City. She was with a group of her friends and the same for my grandpa. They were staying in a hotel and needed to catch a bus to the game. Well the two groups met up and no one knew how the bus and its routs worked. They were all from the countryside. My grandma piped up and said I know how it works. So she got them on the right bus and went to the place where they needed to be. My Grandpa thought my grandma was quite attractive. How did this little cute country girl know her way around a big city? My grandpa had the hots for my grandma as he would say but she was always going out with two different guys every weekend. So my Grandpa left her be. After a while something sparked and they fell in love. Ever since then the Giles Family was created.
Context: These pancakes are made every 4th of July. They are a normal sized pancake and the thickness is close to a quarter inch. They taste like heaven. I mean have you ever had a sour dough wheat pancake? Along with this pancake comes a homemade peach jam.
Text: This recipe is written in my Grandmas handwriting. Up in the top left corner she wrote in 2002 that Tyler, my cousin, and Alan, my Dad, weren’t come to the 4th of July breakfast that year. There is also a note on the side that says “makes 18 pancakes”.
Texture: These sour dough pancakes can either be a wheat pancake or a white pancake. They aren’t the normal fluffy pancake that everyone thinks a pancake is. They are a little bit heavier and much better tasting. The wheat pancake is a dark brown and the white is just a normal white color. My Grandma always makes extras for me so I can take them home in a Zip Lock baggie.
Meaning: These pancakes are more than just a delicious treat to all of us. It means that the whole family is getting together. We wake up early so we can all get to Grandma’s house on time to help make breakfast. We all sit outside in the backyard and enjoy each other’s company. This is one of our family traditions. It has somewhat changed though. Now there are great grand-children in our family. So usually my little brother and I are playing with them rather than being with everyone and socializing. I love sour dough wheat pancakes because they taste so good but most of all because when we have them it is a great time.
Tradition: Lake Powell Every Days' a Holiday
Informant: Myself
Collected: Bullfrog Marina
Christmas 2001 through present
Genre: Tradition
Informant: Dana Tingey Giles My Mom Dana, was raised in Bountiful Utah. She is the oldest sibling of four. She has an older sister and two older brothers. When she was young her father died and left the five of them alone. My Grandma remarried my grandpa Joe. My step dad was an amazing man that my Mom considered her Father. Dana was a cheerleader in jr. high and was an outstanding gymnast. I once heard she almost went to the Olympics. After high school my mom went to two years of school at Utah State University. During the summers her and her friends would go out to Wendover and work. After two years she moved back home and landed a huge job with Sahara Construction. She worked there as the CEO for twenty years. She then met my Dad through her older brother. My dad and him were best of friends. My Pops invited my Mom to go on a ski trip and the rest is history. They got married and had me and my little brother. Dana is a stay at home Mom that works once and awhile. She is the funniest and most charitable person anyone knows.
Context: As a family we love boating. We go to Lake Powell a couple times a year but one in specific is the one where we have our family holiday tradition. So what happens is this: three or four families come to Lake Powell. We stay for close to a week. Every family has their day to choose what holiday they want all of us to celebrate. For example last year my family choose Easter. We had an Easter egg hunt on the beach, we colored eggs and everyone had to wear their Easter outfit. This has been going on for a long time. It is so much fun
Text: There is always a meeting that our parents have to plan for the trip. There is when everyone chooses the holidays they want. Once we are at the lake they have to plan out how they day is going to happen.
Texture: I love that we have this tradition. It makes our trips so much more fun. It has been some of the hardest laughs I have ever had. Last year my uncle Jim said we were having a Jimmy Buffet holiday. Ever one had to sing their favorite Jimmy Buffet song. My uncle was of course a little drunk and he sang and sang for all of us.
Meaning: This to me shows how close and how much fun my family is. I don’t know of any other families that do that. My Mom is so creative to be able to come up with this tradition.
Informant: Myself
Collected: Bullfrog Marina
Christmas 2001 through present
Genre: Tradition
Informant: Dana Tingey Giles My Mom Dana, was raised in Bountiful Utah. She is the oldest sibling of four. She has an older sister and two older brothers. When she was young her father died and left the five of them alone. My Grandma remarried my grandpa Joe. My step dad was an amazing man that my Mom considered her Father. Dana was a cheerleader in jr. high and was an outstanding gymnast. I once heard she almost went to the Olympics. After high school my mom went to two years of school at Utah State University. During the summers her and her friends would go out to Wendover and work. After two years she moved back home and landed a huge job with Sahara Construction. She worked there as the CEO for twenty years. She then met my Dad through her older brother. My dad and him were best of friends. My Pops invited my Mom to go on a ski trip and the rest is history. They got married and had me and my little brother. Dana is a stay at home Mom that works once and awhile. She is the funniest and most charitable person anyone knows.
Context: As a family we love boating. We go to Lake Powell a couple times a year but one in specific is the one where we have our family holiday tradition. So what happens is this: three or four families come to Lake Powell. We stay for close to a week. Every family has their day to choose what holiday they want all of us to celebrate. For example last year my family choose Easter. We had an Easter egg hunt on the beach, we colored eggs and everyone had to wear their Easter outfit. This has been going on for a long time. It is so much fun
Text: There is always a meeting that our parents have to plan for the trip. There is when everyone chooses the holidays they want. Once we are at the lake they have to plan out how they day is going to happen.
Texture: I love that we have this tradition. It makes our trips so much more fun. It has been some of the hardest laughs I have ever had. Last year my uncle Jim said we were having a Jimmy Buffet holiday. Ever one had to sing their favorite Jimmy Buffet song. My uncle was of course a little drunk and he sang and sang for all of us.
Meaning: This to me shows how close and how much fun my family is. I don’t know of any other families that do that. My Mom is so creative to be able to come up with this tradition.
PHOTO: Giles Family Trip to Peru
Informant: Alan Giles
Collected: Machu Picchu
May 2012
Title: Giles Peruvian Style
Genre: Photo
Informant: Alan Ralph Giles, Johnny’s Dad
Alan was born to John Phillip and Jean Jorgenson Giles in Bountiful Ut. His father was in the Army and was sent to Europe. So as it goes my dad Alan went with his dad. They lived in Italy and Germany where he went to school. After a few years they moved back to Utah. My dad went to Bountiful Jr. High and Viewmont High School. He played soccer there and worked for the city. He moved out after he graduated. Alan lived in Salt Lake City with his best friend, soon to be brother in law, Jim Tingey. He would work all summer and try to save up as much as he could then when winter would come around he would quit his job and be a ski bum. He met my mom through my uncle Jim on a skiing trip. They dated for a while and got married.
Context: This photo is up at my house a wall in the front room. My family came to Peru to pick me up from my mission. A man from Cusco took this picture of my family for us. He was our tour guide up at Machu Picchu. This photo always reminds us of the time we were in Peru and how much fun we had. It is a great memory.
Text:This picture shows how tight knit my family is. We are an adventuress family. We love doing fun crazy things, as this picture shows. You can see my dad is sitting next to my mom and that he is the patriarch of the family.
Texture:The “feel” of this picture is pure adventure. You can see we are in the mountains and that they aren’t from around here. There is a feeling of closeness too. Our family was just sitting there thinking and pondering. The colors in this picture are amazing. They set a tone of happiness and peacefulness. You can see it is in the middle of the day there that also sets the tone of happiness. Its bright and not cloudy making for a perfect day to be together as a family. One taboo of Machu Picchu is that there is a rock that you can’t touch. It is said to be sacred to the Incans.
Meaning:This picture has so much more meaning than is just on the picture itself. I reminds me of the best time of my life. It reminds my mom of missing me so much but being so so proud of me. It reminds my dad of me carrying our last name on my chest in Peru. Most of all it reminds my little brother of how much we really do mean to each other. It reminds me of how lucky I am to live where I do and how blessed I am.
Bonnie Moore
English 2010
Informant: Alan Giles
Collected: Machu Picchu
May 2012
Title: Giles Peruvian Style
Genre: Photo
Informant: Alan Ralph Giles, Johnny’s Dad
Alan was born to John Phillip and Jean Jorgenson Giles in Bountiful Ut. His father was in the Army and was sent to Europe. So as it goes my dad Alan went with his dad. They lived in Italy and Germany where he went to school. After a few years they moved back to Utah. My dad went to Bountiful Jr. High and Viewmont High School. He played soccer there and worked for the city. He moved out after he graduated. Alan lived in Salt Lake City with his best friend, soon to be brother in law, Jim Tingey. He would work all summer and try to save up as much as he could then when winter would come around he would quit his job and be a ski bum. He met my mom through my uncle Jim on a skiing trip. They dated for a while and got married.
Context: This photo is up at my house a wall in the front room. My family came to Peru to pick me up from my mission. A man from Cusco took this picture of my family for us. He was our tour guide up at Machu Picchu. This photo always reminds us of the time we were in Peru and how much fun we had. It is a great memory.
Text:This picture shows how tight knit my family is. We are an adventuress family. We love doing fun crazy things, as this picture shows. You can see my dad is sitting next to my mom and that he is the patriarch of the family.
Texture:The “feel” of this picture is pure adventure. You can see we are in the mountains and that they aren’t from around here. There is a feeling of closeness too. Our family was just sitting there thinking and pondering. The colors in this picture are amazing. They set a tone of happiness and peacefulness. You can see it is in the middle of the day there that also sets the tone of happiness. Its bright and not cloudy making for a perfect day to be together as a family. One taboo of Machu Picchu is that there is a rock that you can’t touch. It is said to be sacred to the Incans.
Meaning:This picture has so much more meaning than is just on the picture itself. I reminds me of the best time of my life. It reminds my mom of missing me so much but being so so proud of me. It reminds my dad of me carrying our last name on my chest in Peru. Most of all it reminds my little brother of how much we really do mean to each other. It reminds me of how lucky I am to live where I do and how blessed I am.
Bonnie Moore
English 2010
How Phil Met Jean
Genre: Family Story
Informant: Phil Giles was born in Heber City UT. He was born to Ralph and Mina Giles in their home. He attended school in Heber. He had a number of jobs while he was growing. His father also owned a small farm that he worked. He is the only boy in his family to two sisters. His father was the church patriarch, the principal of the elementary school, and was at the same time in the city council. With his father being the Patriarch my grandpa grew up Mormon. He was drafted into the military as a cook. He was just married to my grandma at the time. He was lucky because he was a cook and not fighting out on the front lines. He is now in his 80s and still going. Everyone tells him and my grandma how good looking they are and it is true they look amazing for their age. He loves working with his hands. He loves to build and repair things. One of his other favorite hobbies is to read. He doesn’t read for pleasure but to become smarter.
Context: I was told the story of how my grandparents fell in love just the other night over their dinner table. This is a memory that is very precious to me. They are the reason I am alive and the reason I have the AWESOME family that I have.
Text: I attended school in Heber while Jean went in Midway through the 8th grade, so there was little chance of us meeting until she came to Wasatch High starting her 9th grade year. She rode the bus every day. I kept an eye on her the last 2 months of the 12th grade from the second floor at school right above the bus drop off. Being in position before the Midway bus arrived was always a top priority after meeting her.
Eventually I became aware of who she and everyone else was as is normal with a class of only 125. Since I was class president during her first year at Wasatch she probably knew my name however I can say she that she wasn’t impressed at all. She told me much later that I appeared to be a cocky little brat and quite impressed with myself. As anyone can imagine she harbored some less than flattering thoughts about me for most of our high school years. In the meantime my thoughts about her were neutral. Other than knowing her name I didn’t think about her at all.
Fast forward four years to March of our senior year when along with a group of friends we both ended up in the Temple Square Hotel in Salt Lake for our state basketball tournament being played up at the U. She stayed on the 6th floor with several of her girl friends and I on the 3rd with a group of mine. We stayed in the hotel for 3 or 4 days. Of course we all saw each other on the elevators and in the hallways but I still took no special notice of her.
I didn't get the picture until one night during our stay, a group of us decided to go to a movie in Sugar House. None of the Heber country bumpkins had a clue about how to figure the big city bus system…except Jean. After spending her summer vacation time in SLC with her cousins she was an expert on the schedules for the city lines. We pressed her into duty and a half-dozen air headed (not Jean) 17 and 18 year olds jumped on a bus for the ride to the show. I was an awe of her navigating skills and was surprised that we actually made it to the theater.
On our way back to the hotel (also an awe inspiring bus trip) everyone happened to be sitting around the U shaped seat in the back of the bus. I sat directly across from her where I could get a straight shot of her reactions to the hilarity that accompanies teenagers. I remember thinking wow! That is one good looking girl with a beautiful smile to boot and besides I soon realized she had more than a half a brain.
It hit me like a ton of bricks at that very moment in the bus….I wanted to date her and believe I got a crush right then and there. She was much slower to pay any attention to me what with her dating 2 or 3 different guys at the same time. I did ask her out a few days later and to my surprise she accepted an offer to spend some time together at the state high school music competition held that year at Kaysville High. As a side note, she competed in a trio, a duet in addition to a girl’s chorus and received an A in everything. I competed in the marching band and did a lousy job in the solo department. That’s not surprising considering her singing ability compared to mine.
A friend from Heber who had graduated the year before drove my dad’s car to Kaysville to meet us--- so along with his date we could all ride home together in the car. There were no rules about coming home from a school function in a private car. However, there were rules about having to ride a bus to a school function. Can you imagine how many no shows there would be without such rules?
After the all-day competition we piled in the car.…this time with me at the wheel….and headed back to Heber stopping for food someplace along the way. We ended up enjoying the view of the Prove River north of Midway while parked along the bank. By this time it was late and we thought we had better get the girls home. The unwritten rule at the time was to drop off the driver’s girl last which I was happy to do. It was a great day and evening. Mr. Phil was pretty much hooked-- remaining so for the rest of the courtship and way beyond.
Texture: I love hearing this story. It takes me back to their time. I can just see my grandpa keeping his eye out for my grandma. I can just see them as young people falling in love and I love it. I really like old movies a lot and when I read or hear their “old” story I play it over in my head like a movie. I really do see it in black and white. My grandpa was such a gentleman to my gram and it worked he swooped her right off her feet.
Meaning: This story means a lot to me. As I stated before it is everything. If they wouldn’t have gone to the same high school or one of them would have been home taught they probably wouldn’t have met. If they wouldn’t have met then my family wouldn’t exist. This makes it very important to me. I love my family so much and they truly do mean the world to me. My grandparents are a genuine couple. They are perfect. Still after this many years they are in love.
Genre: Family Story
Informant: Phil Giles was born in Heber City UT. He was born to Ralph and Mina Giles in their home. He attended school in Heber. He had a number of jobs while he was growing. His father also owned a small farm that he worked. He is the only boy in his family to two sisters. His father was the church patriarch, the principal of the elementary school, and was at the same time in the city council. With his father being the Patriarch my grandpa grew up Mormon. He was drafted into the military as a cook. He was just married to my grandma at the time. He was lucky because he was a cook and not fighting out on the front lines. He is now in his 80s and still going. Everyone tells him and my grandma how good looking they are and it is true they look amazing for their age. He loves working with his hands. He loves to build and repair things. One of his other favorite hobbies is to read. He doesn’t read for pleasure but to become smarter.
Context: I was told the story of how my grandparents fell in love just the other night over their dinner table. This is a memory that is very precious to me. They are the reason I am alive and the reason I have the AWESOME family that I have.
Text: I attended school in Heber while Jean went in Midway through the 8th grade, so there was little chance of us meeting until she came to Wasatch High starting her 9th grade year. She rode the bus every day. I kept an eye on her the last 2 months of the 12th grade from the second floor at school right above the bus drop off. Being in position before the Midway bus arrived was always a top priority after meeting her.
Eventually I became aware of who she and everyone else was as is normal with a class of only 125. Since I was class president during her first year at Wasatch she probably knew my name however I can say she that she wasn’t impressed at all. She told me much later that I appeared to be a cocky little brat and quite impressed with myself. As anyone can imagine she harbored some less than flattering thoughts about me for most of our high school years. In the meantime my thoughts about her were neutral. Other than knowing her name I didn’t think about her at all.
Fast forward four years to March of our senior year when along with a group of friends we both ended up in the Temple Square Hotel in Salt Lake for our state basketball tournament being played up at the U. She stayed on the 6th floor with several of her girl friends and I on the 3rd with a group of mine. We stayed in the hotel for 3 or 4 days. Of course we all saw each other on the elevators and in the hallways but I still took no special notice of her.
I didn't get the picture until one night during our stay, a group of us decided to go to a movie in Sugar House. None of the Heber country bumpkins had a clue about how to figure the big city bus system…except Jean. After spending her summer vacation time in SLC with her cousins she was an expert on the schedules for the city lines. We pressed her into duty and a half-dozen air headed (not Jean) 17 and 18 year olds jumped on a bus for the ride to the show. I was an awe of her navigating skills and was surprised that we actually made it to the theater.
On our way back to the hotel (also an awe inspiring bus trip) everyone happened to be sitting around the U shaped seat in the back of the bus. I sat directly across from her where I could get a straight shot of her reactions to the hilarity that accompanies teenagers. I remember thinking wow! That is one good looking girl with a beautiful smile to boot and besides I soon realized she had more than a half a brain.
It hit me like a ton of bricks at that very moment in the bus….I wanted to date her and believe I got a crush right then and there. She was much slower to pay any attention to me what with her dating 2 or 3 different guys at the same time. I did ask her out a few days later and to my surprise she accepted an offer to spend some time together at the state high school music competition held that year at Kaysville High. As a side note, she competed in a trio, a duet in addition to a girl’s chorus and received an A in everything. I competed in the marching band and did a lousy job in the solo department. That’s not surprising considering her singing ability compared to mine.
A friend from Heber who had graduated the year before drove my dad’s car to Kaysville to meet us--- so along with his date we could all ride home together in the car. There were no rules about coming home from a school function in a private car. However, there were rules about having to ride a bus to a school function. Can you imagine how many no shows there would be without such rules?
After the all-day competition we piled in the car.…this time with me at the wheel….and headed back to Heber stopping for food someplace along the way. We ended up enjoying the view of the Prove River north of Midway while parked along the bank. By this time it was late and we thought we had better get the girls home. The unwritten rule at the time was to drop off the driver’s girl last which I was happy to do. It was a great day and evening. Mr. Phil was pretty much hooked-- remaining so for the rest of the courtship and way beyond.
Texture: I love hearing this story. It takes me back to their time. I can just see my grandpa keeping his eye out for my grandma. I can just see them as young people falling in love and I love it. I really like old movies a lot and when I read or hear their “old” story I play it over in my head like a movie. I really do see it in black and white. My grandpa was such a gentleman to my gram and it worked he swooped her right off her feet.
Meaning: This story means a lot to me. As I stated before it is everything. If they wouldn’t have gone to the same high school or one of them would have been home taught they probably wouldn’t have met. If they wouldn’t have met then my family wouldn’t exist. This makes it very important to me. I love my family so much and they truly do mean the world to me. My grandparents are a genuine couple. They are perfect. Still after this many years they are in love.
Thanksgiving Interview
After our 2013 Thanksgiving dinner I interviewed my Aunt Kathy Crosby. She is the older sister to my dad. This is how our interview went:
Me: Alright so, to you what does thanksgiving mean?
Kathy: To me it means getting together with family, it means a great meal and thinking about all the things we should be thankful for in our lives. Gets me to thinking about how our country started and how the pilgrims had so much courage to come over on the Mayflower and those ships. We have such a great life because of them.
Me: What is your favorite food?
Kathy: Lasagna
Me: For Thanksgiving?
Kathy: Dressing.
Me: Dressing?
Kathy: Yes.
Me: Wet or dry?
Kathy: Dry?
Me: Why do you like dry dressing? Because that is what you had growing up?
Kathy: Um we had wet dressing for a while when I was younger. Then there was a food scare and you were not supposed to have wet dressing.
Me: Really? Why were you not supposed to have wet dressing?
Kathy: Well, there was a food scare about, um, putting it inside the turkey and they were saying that it wasn’t getting hot enough and the people were scared that they were getting Botulism.
Me: But isn’t it just bread? How could that get you sick?
Kathy: It is because I actually don’t know. Bread and butter maybe. Some kind of fat. Milk? There is milk in mine.
Me: I know you always bring the same rolls, why do you always do that?
Kathy: My family asks me to bring them because we think they are the best except for homemade.
Me: That’s true they are the best. Alright, what about this Thanksgiving? What did you like the most? What was your favorite part? Cleaning up? Eating it? Preparing it? What was it?
Kathy: It was when we all went around the table talking about what we were thankful for.
Me: That was mine too, for sure.
Kathy: You liked that?
Me: Yeah, I thought it was cool hearing what everyone was grateful for. So how did the tradition come about that we always used to have Thanksgiving at grandma’s house?
Kathy: When we what have it at what grandma’s house? Grandma Jeans house?
Me: Yeah. Like when we would have it there all of grandma and grandpas kids and grandkids were there. Nobody would go to other relative’s houses. How did that happen?
Kathy: So I guess it probably started, john, when we were little kids. It started and grandma Jorgenson’s but Christmas was always at our grandma Giles’s house. And so maybe that’s it. Once everyone got married and Emma moved to Oregon. Usually we would go to Heber on Christmas morning.
Me: I wish we still had it at grandma’s house but I know it is a lot of work for her and grandpa. Its better there but I know they are getting older and it is just too much. Alright well that’s going to sum it up for us.
After our 2013 Thanksgiving dinner I interviewed my Aunt Kathy Crosby. She is the older sister to my dad. This is how our interview went:
Me: Alright so, to you what does thanksgiving mean?
Kathy: To me it means getting together with family, it means a great meal and thinking about all the things we should be thankful for in our lives. Gets me to thinking about how our country started and how the pilgrims had so much courage to come over on the Mayflower and those ships. We have such a great life because of them.
Me: What is your favorite food?
Kathy: Lasagna
Me: For Thanksgiving?
Kathy: Dressing.
Me: Dressing?
Kathy: Yes.
Me: Wet or dry?
Kathy: Dry?
Me: Why do you like dry dressing? Because that is what you had growing up?
Kathy: Um we had wet dressing for a while when I was younger. Then there was a food scare and you were not supposed to have wet dressing.
Me: Really? Why were you not supposed to have wet dressing?
Kathy: Well, there was a food scare about, um, putting it inside the turkey and they were saying that it wasn’t getting hot enough and the people were scared that they were getting Botulism.
Me: But isn’t it just bread? How could that get you sick?
Kathy: It is because I actually don’t know. Bread and butter maybe. Some kind of fat. Milk? There is milk in mine.
Me: I know you always bring the same rolls, why do you always do that?
Kathy: My family asks me to bring them because we think they are the best except for homemade.
Me: That’s true they are the best. Alright, what about this Thanksgiving? What did you like the most? What was your favorite part? Cleaning up? Eating it? Preparing it? What was it?
Kathy: It was when we all went around the table talking about what we were thankful for.
Me: That was mine too, for sure.
Kathy: You liked that?
Me: Yeah, I thought it was cool hearing what everyone was grateful for. So how did the tradition come about that we always used to have Thanksgiving at grandma’s house?
Kathy: When we what have it at what grandma’s house? Grandma Jeans house?
Me: Yeah. Like when we would have it there all of grandma and grandpas kids and grandkids were there. Nobody would go to other relative’s houses. How did that happen?
Kathy: So I guess it probably started, john, when we were little kids. It started and grandma Jorgenson’s but Christmas was always at our grandma Giles’s house. And so maybe that’s it. Once everyone got married and Emma moved to Oregon. Usually we would go to Heber on Christmas morning.
Me: I wish we still had it at grandma’s house but I know it is a lot of work for her and grandpa. Its better there but I know they are getting older and it is just too much. Alright well that’s going to sum it up for us.
Artifact Analysis
My family is not your average family. We are much closer than any other family that i have heard of or know. Just last week during Thanksgiving we were saying how close we are and that we are the exception not the rule. It is very true. When one person goes down everyone jumps in to get them right back up. Those are the things that have brought us closer and will keep bring us closer. In class we discussed families as unit of people that can be related by blood or by law. We decided a family could be a group of people that are interested in the same thing, a team, a gang, a clan, and even just friends can be family. You can become part of someone’s family by being around a lot and loving the people you are around. I think we aka my family fits into the blood related, law related, and the same interest groups.
From these artifacts I have learned many things. The first and probably the most important is that I learned how close my family really is. We are always boating or playing games or doing things together. The second thing I learned was how my grandpa met my grandma. They are the founders of the Giles family and if it wasn't for that bus ride that my grandpa took with my grandma I don’t know what family I’d be in. How grateful I am to my grandpa for chasing after my grandma and how grateful I am to my grandma for her seeing how great of a person my grandpa is and that they married each other. One other thing I learned is that the trip to Peru that my family took was one of the most precious memories I have. My parents had to work very hard to save up to come and pick me up from my mission. While we were there we grew closer and gained a greater appreciation for what we have here in America.
My family is strong. We overcome everything that life throws at us. A while back my dad’s company took a very hard hit. A man stiffed my dad a very large amount of money. I know it was not easy. It took a very hard hit on Giles Electric but we overcame it. Another trial we overcame is when my grandma Larson died. She was in a rest home for 11 years of her life. She couldn’t talk for eight of them. My mom visited her close to three times a week. We would go almost every Sunday. It was very sad to see my grandma slowing go downhill. She taught me to play baseball. What kind of grandma knows how to do that? Once she finally passed it was a very hard trial. We loved her with all our hearts. We miss her like crazy but we won’t let it break us down. Another trial we have been through is when I crashed a 1972 Cadillac car. Wow, that was hard. I thought my life was over. This beautiful car destroyed. I called my dad and he couldn’t have been cooler about it. He said “If you do what is right everything will work out in the end.” My family learns from their trials and now because of them we are stronger.
My family is not your average family. We are much closer than any other family that i have heard of or know. Just last week during Thanksgiving we were saying how close we are and that we are the exception not the rule. It is very true. When one person goes down everyone jumps in to get them right back up. Those are the things that have brought us closer and will keep bring us closer. In class we discussed families as unit of people that can be related by blood or by law. We decided a family could be a group of people that are interested in the same thing, a team, a gang, a clan, and even just friends can be family. You can become part of someone’s family by being around a lot and loving the people you are around. I think we aka my family fits into the blood related, law related, and the same interest groups.
From these artifacts I have learned many things. The first and probably the most important is that I learned how close my family really is. We are always boating or playing games or doing things together. The second thing I learned was how my grandpa met my grandma. They are the founders of the Giles family and if it wasn't for that bus ride that my grandpa took with my grandma I don’t know what family I’d be in. How grateful I am to my grandpa for chasing after my grandma and how grateful I am to my grandma for her seeing how great of a person my grandpa is and that they married each other. One other thing I learned is that the trip to Peru that my family took was one of the most precious memories I have. My parents had to work very hard to save up to come and pick me up from my mission. While we were there we grew closer and gained a greater appreciation for what we have here in America.
My family is strong. We overcome everything that life throws at us. A while back my dad’s company took a very hard hit. A man stiffed my dad a very large amount of money. I know it was not easy. It took a very hard hit on Giles Electric but we overcame it. Another trial we overcame is when my grandma Larson died. She was in a rest home for 11 years of her life. She couldn’t talk for eight of them. My mom visited her close to three times a week. We would go almost every Sunday. It was very sad to see my grandma slowing go downhill. She taught me to play baseball. What kind of grandma knows how to do that? Once she finally passed it was a very hard trial. We loved her with all our hearts. We miss her like crazy but we won’t let it break us down. Another trial we have been through is when I crashed a 1972 Cadillac car. Wow, that was hard. I thought my life was over. This beautiful car destroyed. I called my dad and he couldn’t have been cooler about it. He said “If you do what is right everything will work out in the end.” My family learns from their trials and now because of them we are stronger.
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