Our Thanksgiving Comes Early
When my family comes together, it is always a frustrating good time. Thanksgiving, like Siskand says, is an American tradition that often brings families together on the fourth Thursday of November (167). While some of my family comes together on this day, the day that all of the Rogers and “soon to be” Rogers share food, bad jokes, and towels is the Fourth of July.
The Fourth of July for our family takes place in little New Auburn, Wisconsin- just North of Eau Claire. There are three cottages on Round Lake with “Rogers” on their land deeds. On this fourth day of July rather than fourth Thursday of November, my immediate family and any cousins, uncles, grandparents, gather to share this precious time. Traditionally, the food takes place at my Grandma Ruth’s cottage. This is really where the tradition started with my grandfather. He was the one to call everyone and remind everyone that we’re still putting it on every year. He would cook the burgers, brats, and hot dogs; then curse at the door, as it would hit him in the back on his way to keeping the food hot. Grandma Ruth, my mom, and my Aunt Meredith would come up with the refried beans, Sauer Kraut, and perogies. It was always easy to see the Polish heritage in the way that everyone got excited for the doughy potatoes. When everything was ready, the kids would groan coming out of the lake and everyone would squeeze himself or herself into the cottage for the blessing, (us kids never leaving our swim suits). My grandfather used to be the one to say it, but the responsibility has since been passed to my Uncle Jim or Dad (if he’s not out sailing). After the blessing, we all went around the dining table picking up our food buffet style. The kids flew to the swings to make sure they had a spot to sit while eating. The adults congregated in the living room or around the fire, though sunset was still far off.
Right before the sunset, all of the neighborhood would gather for the Round Lake Talent Show. The kids would play their instruments, and the Kruchten girls would tumble, and I would host. The tradition of Thanksgiving is much like our Fourth of July. In Siskind’s words “[it] powerfully shapes a sense of nationality to the emotions of homecoming” (185). Fourth of July brought everyone together and then provided special time for family to watch the fireworks building the sense of nationality. Afterwards, people would stay at the cabin or drive back to their homes, with their tummies full and a little bit more family gossip in them.