Saturday, November 27, 2010

A Week of Thanksgiving(s)

STOP 1: Bratislava ELCA Thanksgiving

Last weekend, Linnae and I traveled to Bratislava for the annual Poland/Slovakia Teachers’ Thanksgiving. I enjoyed meeting all of the new teachers in Bratislava this year, and visiting again with returning teachers. We ate a fantastic meal (3 whole turkeys!), had a turkey coloring contest, and played a fun gift game.

That night we walked around the Bratislava Christmas Market. The next morning, we had an English worship service and Linnae and I played clarinet duets during communion and also played on a couple hymns. It was a wonderful weekend.


STOP 2: Adult conversation classes and friends

I couldn’t host a dinner for all of my adult students or friends, but thanks to my mom who keeps me well-stocked in canned pumpkin (her pumpkin bread is my favorite bread in the world), I baked two pumpkin sheet cakes (with my favorite cream cheese frosting) and shared the cake with all of my evening students and some friends throughout the week. They all have a very special place in my heart and it was fun to share a “slice” of Thanksgiving with them.

STOP 3: Thanksgiving Day with students

On Thursday, I hosted a Thanksgiving dinner at my flat for my oldest high school students. My students were the inspiration for the meal after they asked me if I planned to have a “barbecue” for America’s “Independence Day” and then asked if they could celebrate with me. I couldn’t resist a cultural lesson in the form of a Thanksgiving meal! (And the opportunity to clarify the differences between the 4th of July and Thanksgiving.) Our school doesn’t have a kitchen, so we squeezed into my apartment and successfully cooked a Thanksgiving feast! (I’m terrible at remembering to take pictures but luckily a few students took photographs and kindly shared them with me. Thanks, students!)

The Menu:

  • 10 pounds of turkey breast

  • Gravy

  • Stuffing

  • Mashed potatoes

  • Sweet potatoes with marshmallows

  • Scalloped cheesy potatoes

  • Cranberries

  • Green bean casserole

  • Corn

  • Bread and rolls

  • Pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting

  • Apple crisp

I couldn’t have hosted this meal without the help of a few people. First, I have to thank my grandparents who sent a gigantic box of Thanksgiving essentials with everything ranging from stuffing to a fantastic paper turkey centerpiece (our Thanksgiving “mascot”). Grandma also sent a couple dozen home-baked chocolate chip cookies that mysteriously didn’t last until Thanksgiving... (don’t look at me). I also have to thank one of my friends who helped me with my “turkey search.” It wasn’t looking promising for a while until she directed me to the one butcher in Cieszyn who sold turkey breasts (well, specifically, the butcher who only had two 5-pound turkey breasts, and therefore, after I bought them, no longer had any turkey breasts.) For a few days, I had seriously considered serving hamburgers instead. And my students probably wouldn’t have batted an eye because they think hamburgers are our “national dish.” :)

My students’ reactions to the food at our feast:

  • 7 of them had never eaten turkey before. No one had eaten anything pumpkin before. (Did you know that in the United States Illinois grows the most pumpkins?)

  • They loved the gravy and ate all of it. They put it on the turkey and mashed potatoes (because I told them that’s how we typically eat it) but then one of them put it on bread and they fell in love with that. 13 students consumed about 4 cups of gravy, no joke. Quite a few said it was their favorite dish. (Is gravy a dish? I didn’t argue.)

  • They thought the green bean casserole was the strangest dish they’d ever eaten. And they didn’t understand why we eat green beans in November when they’re not in season.

  • They renamed the sweet potatoes with marshmallows “pasta do zębów” (Polish for “toothpaste”). Granted, it doesn't help that you have only two options when buying marshmallows in Poland: pink and white marshmallows, or blue and white marshmallows. I opted for the blue and white, and when melted, they did look like toothpaste. Did you know that when you mix blue marshmallows with orange sweet potatoes they turn bright green? Yum yum. :)


  • Potatoes are a staple in the Polish diet, and I had to laugh a little bit when I realized that different kinds/preparations of potatoes are essential for a traditional Thanksgiving meal. (I’ve probably been served my weight in potatoes over the past year and tend to avoid them when I’m cooking for myself.)

  • They thought it was very strange that we serve sweet dishes (like cranberries and sweet potatoes) with salty dishes (like mashed potatoes and stuffing). When I put the cranberries and sweet potatoes on the table, a few students said, “We don’t need dessert now.” I said, “It’s not dessert!” Here you never eat fruit or anything sweet with a main meal (although they frequently serve a fruit drink called “kompot” with dinner). You wait until dessert for anything sweet.

In-between the meal and dessert, we talked about Thanksgiving and then I taught them American card games. They especially loved “Spoons” (played with crayons instead of spoons) and we played for almost an hour. I promised my students that I’d post this (not-very-attractive) picture that a student took at the moment I realized I’d lost the game of “Spoons.”

I enjoyed sharing this American tradition with my students. Sometimes it’s fun to accentuate and point out the differences between Polish and American culture and learn about each country’s unique traditions. And the message of Thanksgiving is universal: take time to give thanks! (And here is one of my favorite photographs from the evening - the coat pile - because I only have 7 hangers. It was also funny to have dozens of shoes and backpacks in my tiny entryway.)

STOP 4: “Black Friday” with friends

My last Thanksgiving was Friday with Linnae and my two friends Bozena and Rafal. I couldn’t pick a favorite from my three Thanksgiving meals this week, but this meal with good friends was very special. I’m very grateful for their friendship. It feels like forever ago (although it was only 14 months ago) that we first met and it’s difficult to imagine that I haven’t known them my entire life. They were my first new friends in Cieszyn last autumn and they were there for me when I was the “pilgrim.” I’m very thankful for them, and it felt very appropriate celebrating our friendship with a Thanksgiving meal.


Happy belated Thanksgiving to everyone!

“Lord God, we bless You and are filled with gratitude for the numerous gifts, the countless blessings, that come to us from You.

Your blessings come in times of joy, in times of victory, in success and honor. And they come as well in times of pain and sorrow, in sickness and defeat.

Your blessings, however, come always as life.

Blessed are You, Lord our God, who in the richness of Your divine love, blesses us with good things. Amen.” (Edward Hays, Prayers for the Domestic Church)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Homesick

Below you’ll find a post that isn’t necessarily well-polished, perhaps isn’t easy to understand, and isn’t especially well-written because I couldn’t always find the “correct” words. But I wanted to post “in the moment” so here it is.

I’m feeling very homesick this evening. The onset (and intensity) surprised me. I met with my friend Kasia for tea this afternoon and she asked me if I was still planning to return to Chicago after this school year. (People around me know that my plans sometimes change quickly and unexpectedly.) I told her yes, and, naturally, any time I tell people I’m leaving after this year, they ask why. Sometimes it’s difficult to explain why because a great percentage of my justification is a “gut reaction” (granted, a "gut reaction" that followed a lot of prayer, contemplation, and reflection) that it’s the appropriate time for me to leave.

But then Kasia asked me what I miss about the States. People don’t ask me this very often. And saying aloud – “I miss being with my family and friends the most” – in response to her question caused me to intensely miss my family and friends. I wouldn’t say I’m typically in a state of full-blown denial about missing people, but my work here is purposeful, fulfilling, challenging, and joyful, and thanks especially to Skype and the Internet, I do get to talk and write to people back home quite frequently. Life here is busy (and that’s great!) and I also know that the busyness of life here helps keep the homesickness at bay.

But seeing people I love only once every five months (and I’m extremely lucky that for me it’s once every five months, not longer) is painful. It’s the times when I pause and think of what I’ve missed – birthdays, family dinners, and lots of everyday events that are mundane but beautiful and the “meat” of life and relationships – that the homesickness suddenly hits me. Time at home, in the States, doesn’t stop because I’m in Poland.

But that word – “home” – is a little confusing lately. The first image that pops into my head when I hear the word "home" is me eating dinner and talking with my parents and sisters at our dining room table. But when I studied at university, I also felt it was “home.” London was “home” when I studied there. Sometimes this year I get a little confused about the word “home.” It feels a little funny to say, “I’m going home for Christmas” (home = Park Ridge) when I also say, “Oh, it’s great to come home” (home = Cieszyn) after a weekend in Slovakia. I felt at home a few weekends ago when I visited a Polish friend’s parents’ house and spent the weekend with them. I felt at home when visiting an American friend’s house this summer. I won’t get into a deep intellectual discussion about how to define “home,” but I know that for me, it’s the people, not the place.

This evening I’m preparing for a few upcoming Thanksgiving celebrations with friends and students, and I can’t help, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, but feel grateful to feel homesick. Because isn’t it kind of awesome to feel homesick? To have a "home" to miss? To miss home (people in the States) while feeling at home (with people in Poland)?

And I’m filled with gratitude for my family and friends who supported me when I decided to go to Poland to teach. Relatives and friends who excitedly pulled out maps to locate Cieszyn when I first told them the news 17 months ago. Perhaps it’s easy to take them for granted. But I know I’m lucky.

And I'm grateful to everyone who Skypes with me, e-mails me, writes to me. I can't thank you enough for all the times you've offered advice, listened, made me laugh, made me feel a part of your life even though I'm thousands of miles away. Thanks for sending me links to hilarious videos or intellectually-stimulating articles. For grappling with difficult time zone differences. For supporting my work here, praying for me. For helping me feel that I don’t have to fear the end of this journey, that when I leave one home in June 2011, I’m returning to another. And then I know I’ll feel homesick for Poland, yet feel at home back in the States.

All my love and gratitude to the people who are my home. You all rock. I miss you, I love you.

Sarah

P.S. Tune in again this weekend for a Thanksgiving festivities post!