My Typical American Family :: Traditions Cultures Cultural Essays

My Typical American FamilyWhat is a typical American? What is generally viewed as a typical American is that your family has lived here for years and years and you dont personally know who immigrated here. Along with this, your family has molded into this typical view with no foreign traditions and things. A lot of people in my class can talk virtually their relatives that speak another language or take a shit immigrated here. I dont have anything like that so Ill tell you about mine.According to BlaunerMembers of an ethnic group hold a set of common memories that make them feel that their customs, culture, and outlook are distinctive.My family doesnt pass down stories or anything. No real passed on customs, no immigrant stories. Takaki thinks everyone should be educated in all culture that makes America so diverse. I dont really have a culture. My family more than or less assimilated to the traditional mainstream American. AS far as I know, I am Irish, German, and Native American . Where or when each came together, I dont know. Randall Bass saysIndividuals condescend their sense of identitiy from their culture, and cultures are systems of beliefs that determine how people live their lives.Well I have my own story. Ill start by talking about my mothers side of my family. As far as I know both my granddaddyrents grew up and lived in Detroit. They raised my mom and Uncle there excessively. My grandma stayed at home while my grandpa fixed airplanes. Its kind of cool because he was in WWII also to fix the fighter planes. They were fairly well off and had a boat on the river. Theyre dry land is Irish and German. Although they never personally told me there was German,Im taking an educated guess because the last name (Volkening) looks really German.My dads side is German and Native American. Ive been told I have relatives in Germany with the same last name although Ive never met them or know their names. My grandma also stayed at home and my grandma worked in a factory. They too lived in Detroit and raised my dad and my two Uncles in a two-bedroom house. My dad slept in the laundry room next to the water heater because there wasnt comme il faut room in the other two rooms.My parents both met in Detroit and lived there for about twenty years. Both my parents worked through college to help pay for each others tuition.