Culture and Identity
Culture and identity could have many different definitions. Culture to me is what made you the person that you are today. The background and history of a person that is the reason of who they are and what they stand for. Identity to me is the certain characteristics that belong to a person that makes them different from everyone else on this planet. The world with no culture or a lack of identity would be a rather boring place. Identity and culture are what makes this world an interesting place, there is a distinct relationship between identity and culture and one without the other they could not exists.
In the essay "Real Indians Eat Jell-O" by Laurie Carlson, it seems that she has trouble finding her own identity and culture. Carlson a native american living in a trailer park in Montana wants to know more of her culture to try to give herself an identity. Carlson states "Indian kids are supposed to live in wide open spaces, in deserts or forests. They have horses and coyotes and wise grandparents" (Carlson par. 2). Instead of making her own identity and learning about her culture now, she wants have the identity of someone else, she wants the identity of Indians from hundreds and hundreds of years ago. She looks to her grandmother for culture and does not like what her grandmother has to say, Carlson wants to hear stories of beadwork and tales of coyotes while her grandmother while her grandmother taps her "primrose passion" colored nails to the song on the radio and tells her "Honey, be yourself"(Carlson par. 7). Personally that is the best answer anyone could give a child who is looking to make an identity for themselves, because an identity is who you are and who you are is everything. Also Carlson wants to learn of her culture, she states that for special occasions that her grandmother makes Jell-O salads instead of traditional indian food such as fry bread. But simply making fry bread for special occasions and hearing about tales of coyotes does not give her culture, but hearing stories about her grandmother and her grandmothers past which she never seems to ask about, does.
My family history is somewhat vague in some areas but for the most part I know most everything dating back to my great grandparents. My great-grandfather was born into a low class white household in Moscow, Russia. He immigrated to America with his mother and father at age eight. After very little bouncing around they ended up in Detroit where they ended up staying. My great-grandfather stayed in Detroit and started a family and a business which is still there to this day, Warholak Tire Service which is located at 9411 McGraw street in Detroit. Once my great-grandfather got the business going he joined the upper middle class of a suburb around Detroit. As my grandfather grew older he and his brothers took control of the tire shop until my grandfather started his own business, a junk yard. Which also stands to this day as Bridgelake...