Private 1

Private
Dr. Private
English Private
11 September 2014
E.B. White “Once more to the lake” is a common summertime escape from the city by E.B. White, 1941. White’s autobiography is about his family pattern vacation to a lake every summer. This small lake is were white created lots of great memory’s with his father. White remembered “the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen” (White 432). As he remembers past memory’s with his father. White now has a child and brings him to the same lake for a summertime vacation. But white is not enjoying his vacation because he’s confused about his past childhood memories and the present with his kid at the lake. He struggles identifying who he is as a father in the new setting with his kid. However, white’s confusion is normal, he’s not alone. Lots of people have childhood memories that change in time, for example people like me. My childhood memory was every year my relatives would get together to celebrate the Easter holiday. On this holiday our family goes to my grandma’s house in La every year for Easter. We would go to La the day before Easter to decorate eggs, prepare food for our big family dinner, and go to church early in the morning on Easter da Private 2 Easter day was the best as a child because I decorated eggs with all my relatives in the family. All my relatives would get together on the day before Easter to make eggs to decorate. We would decorate eggs to crack on each other’s heads on Easter day. We would make these eggs by first taking out all the yoke inside of them. Then painting them from the outside putting faces, names, numbers anything we wanted on them. After we would let our eggs dry under sun we would put confetti into them. I remembered some of my cousins would always joke about my eggs not being artistic as there’s. What I would do with some of my eggs was put paint inside of them to crack on my cousins making jokes about my art, it was twice as funny seeing them dripping paint on Easter day. But as every year I did this they started to notice how I put paint inside of them without it coming out. My cousins began putting paint into theirs it became more extreme every year. However on the same day we decorated the eggs, our relatives would prepare the massive dinner for Easter Day. This massive dinner isn’t any ordinary dinner, it’s a Mexican dinner and would always be hosted by my grandma. Things I remembered about my grandmas cooking on Easter day was her chicken enchiladas with a special salsa on top, her pozole that head a spicy flavor to it and her tamales with cheese inside of them. This Mexican dinner had a receipt and was passed down from generations to generations leading to my grandma, because back in the day they didn’t have cook books. They had family or friends and if u were lucky enough they would teach you the recipe. My grandma would always be in the kitchen with her daughters and me also trying to learn her recipes but never happened. She would always put me to be the cleaning man in the kitchen, I would clean her dirty dishes and cooking area. Being the Private 3 cleaning person was the closest you can ever get to the food, I was honored because she would always give me samples of her food while she was