My Family Culture

If I had evacuate to a different country and I had to choose only three small items to take that represented my family culture, I would choose a family photo album, my Shabbat candle sticks and my mom’s box of index card recipes.

The photo album contains pictures that I have put together of my immediate family and pictures of both of my parents families. I would explain that each picture contains wonderful memories and wonderful stories that I have been told about generations of people in my family that I have never even met. I have had wonderful relationships with so many of these people and those that were part of my family culture. All of these people contribute to my story and my culture.

My Shabbat candlesticks are very important to me as they represent my Jewish religion. In my family culture we celebrate our Sabbath every Friday night. We may not light candles and go to temple every week but lighting candles on Shabbat will keep me in touch with my religion which is very much a part of my family culture.

The recipes have been handed down from my great grandmother. The recipes contain dishes that were prepared on all of the different Jewish holidays. There are also wonderful recipes that I just remember eating as a kid. My great grandmother made them, my grandmother and my mom. My mom just moved to Florida from NY and now we prepare these same dishes together. These recipes are very important to me as they are a link to my relatives and very much a part of my family culture.

I would feel very sad if I had to give up one of these items as they are all so important to me and each one has equal value in my eyes.  Each of these items contains memories and links to my family history, my family culture and my family uniqueness.

From doing this exercise, the insights that I gained about myself and my family culture is that I can see now that my religion is important to me. By taking with me the photos, the candlesticks and the recipes, I see what is really important and what I wish to preserve about my family, my culture and my diversity. I am also now beginning to feel what it must be like for a family that comes to a different country. It must be so scary and difficult to leave behind so much and try to start all over again trying to hold on to your home culture while assimilating into the new culture in order to survive.