My Family Culture

My Family Culture

Basically, My family or I do not really have objects to hold as a remembrance of our culture. We do certainly have things represent our culture, but it is more in a form of memory. Since I have to think of representing it, there are 3 items that I would keep with me if I had to be moved to another place which its culture and tradition was totally different from mine.

First, it is a photo album in which I keep the family photos that I think are historical or will always remind me of my family unity or togetherness. It has a photo of our first house, my children first day when they were born, and some photos of our very unforgettable trips to Brisbane and Beijing.  

                               1st House, 1st Child and 1st Dog

Second, I loved to listen to my mom’s bed story when I was a little kid. Many times she told me about her stay in Paris when she was just 23 years old, and the unforgettable moments she experienced when she went to the top of Eiffel Tower alone, and how it was nice and a must for me to go there. So, when I for the 1^st time went to Paris, I was obsessed to do it, as well. To keep it in memory, I bought 3 souvenirs of miniatures of the Eiffel Tower. Every time I looked at those souvenirs, I remember our beautiful bed time story.

 

The third is a wrist watch. There is an agreement in our family, especially between my husband and me to never be apart for more than a month. So, when once my husband had to stay in Australia for 3 months, my children and I once went to visit him to spend the time together. When I arrived, he gave me a wrist watch. To me, this object reminds me of how hard for us to be apart for a long time and how getting together once a day even at a short time means a lot for each member of the family.   

 

 

 

           

 

 The third is a wrist watch. There is an agreement in our family, especially between my husband and me to never be apart for more than a month. So, when once my husband had to stay in Australia for 3 months, my children and I once went to visit him to spend the time together. When I arrived, he gave me a wrist watch. To me, this object reminds me of how hard for us to be apart for a long time and how getting together once a day even at a short time means a lot for each member of the family.