On the day that has in our time been dubbed “Black Friday,” I
hope you have found a more ingenious way to express your ability to relax and
take a break from pressures of the work world. I like the sentiment I found in one of my favorite blogs: “Only Americans would trample on top of each other to buy new
stuff the day after they give thanks for the things that they already have.”
I, for one, have maintained a tradition of personally
boycotting Black Friday sales. More than that, I wince every time I hear
that someone has to work on Thanksgiving. Yes, I understand that emergency
personnel, law enforcement, hospital workers and others staffing vital services can’t lightly shut down such operations. Believe me, our family
became part of that narrative for years, checking the next year’s calendar to see
what day of the week Christmas would fall on to calculate whether a little
girl would have to wait until dinnertime to begin celebrating Christmas with
her dad. But for nonessential services—like keeping the grocery store open so
that people can redeem themselves for having forgotten the cranberry sauce for
their fabulous dinner—I wince at what that means for families. Yes, the pay may
be better when you add in holiday overtime, but what is the cost to family
cohesiveness?
This year, the thought of how much history bears on our
holidays has been impressing itself on me. I’m not sure why; perhaps the loss
of a loved one brings on such melancholy around the holidays. Especially for
those who feel called to preserve their own family’s micro-history, this
concept should not be lost on us. Just as we are the ones to remember what our
great-grandparents’ names are and where they came from, we are the ones most
likely to pass down the traditions shared by family members over the years.
And it would be these same people who could become the
catalysts to call our family’s heart back to home, to disentangle ourselves from the things that increasingly capture our attention and reconnect with each
other.
I’ve heard some people mention that the only times they see
their extended family members is during weddings and funerals.
Weddings are understandably joyous affairs with built-in incentives to draw
family together. But the season for weddings in any given family eventually
passes, which leaves funerals the one remaining event to issue the gathering call. Why wait for
funerals to get together with cousins, aunts, uncles? Why not resolve to
re-institute the tradition of holiday gatherings?
I hope your Thanksgiving—and the entirety of this extended
weekend—bring you much joy with your family.
Artwork: 1862 Lithograph, "Central-Park, Winter. The Skating Pond," by Currier and Ives; courtesy Wikipedia; in the public domain.
Artwork: 1862 Lithograph, "Central-Park, Winter. The Skating Pond," by Currier and Ives; courtesy Wikipedia; in the public domain.
I couldn't agree with you more. I boycott the black Friday insanity too. This port brings all sorts of wonderful memories of Thanksgiving dinners with the grandparents and great-aunts and uncles. Times I yearned for yesterday - badly.
ReplyDeleteThose memories are treasures, Iggy, but I can understand why you would yearn for them. People are so irreplaceable. Those we've grown up cherishing and respecting become woven into the fabric of our own being.
DeleteI am so not a shopper, I needed a few essentials so we went to town..I spent $8.00 last of the big spenders on Black Friday. There were so many people in town:(
ReplyDeleteGlad to have the privilege of meeting the last of the big spenders! I don't think I even left the house on Friday. I can shop, alright, but not when people get in my way ;)
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