We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The United States is often referred to as a melting pot, where immigrants become Americans – proud of accomplishments and sacrifices here, and willing to contribute to that -- while holding on to traditions from whence they came.Many fear this melting has diminished, as more immigrants hold on to more of their native traditions and assimilate less.
That may be so. But, I’ve found that the reduction in those American traits is more pronounced among those born here, and they are to fault for the reduced emphasis on assimilation.
Thanksgiving is the uniquely American holiday, to give thanks for the bounty and freedoms found here. Over the years, I’ve seen the most sincere thanks given to America for that among immigrants.
Assimilation isn’t always easy, but they try. I’ve seen some buy Banquet TV dinners of turkey. I’ve seen some with widely different eating tastes force the turkey into their mouths and be at a loss for what to do with the leftovers.I’ve seen some introduce their native spices for the turkey and serve native side dishes. I asked a Mexican immigrant what his family does. The answer, “eat too much, just like everyone else.”
Want to enlarge the melting pot? Invite an immigrant to your Thanksgiving table. The first Thanksgiving was about sharing. Share stories about why you give thanks, including your family’s immigrant experience.
My family will host a family who recently immigrated from Japan.
God rest her soul, my Italian grandmother hated turkey, and could only eat the dark meat. We would always have turkey, but there would also be a tray or two of lasagna for the older generation. But assimilated my grandparents were, and were quite proud of their ability to learn English, read the newspaper, even the New York Times, not easy if it is your second language, and learn our history.
I'm a U.S. citizen living in Guatemala. My wife and I were talking today about whether or not we would celebrate Thanksgiving. Last year we bought deli turkey from a gringo tienda and had sandwiches on tortillas. I might have even told someone "Feliz día de acción de gracias." As a secular holiday, we're not quite sure what to do with Thanksgiving. It's not the same without the (big) family gathering. We do get futbol americano here, so for that I give thanks.