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DallyCo
Forget the holiday hugs; feed me now
John Welsh
I got dibs on a drumstick]
That was too common a demand
during pre-dinner festivities at the
Welsh residence on Thanksgiving
days.
When we weren't fighting over a
drumstick, we probably were
fighting over something else. We
Welsh-folk, like many other
families, lost track of what this
Thanksgiving thing was all about.
I think weVe changed for the
better at the Welsh household.
*, Better get a bucket for this
column, friends.
When Thanksgiving Is the topic
I get so pathetically sentimental it
could make more than one of you
out there in CSU Fresnoland
puke.
Trust me. Get a bucket. Or read
this in a bathroom with a toilet
nearby.
I don't know what it Is about
Thanksgiving that almost brings
tears of happiness to my eyes (See
what I mean? I'm disgustingly
melodramatic).
Plus, when you live away from
home. I think .there's a stronger
tendency for mushier emotions.
I'm a Los Angeles native. And.
IH be quite honest, my mouth is
watering right now just ^thinking
about my mother's homemade
apple pies.
Maybe my mushy emotions are
controlled by the weather.
The green leaves on trees have
revolutionized to scarlet red and
fire orange. Soon, the trees will be
naked. It's enough to make you
poetic.
Although I rebel against the
weather in the afternoon by
wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
Jackets and sweatpants are my
apparel for evening excursions on
the ol* mountain bike. When you
can see your breath at night. It's
time to get sensible.
A few weeks back I was ques-
tkming Mother Nature. She kept
sending us 80*degree days. We
weren't In November yet. I
thought.
Now, though, the weather has
finally made its transition toward
normal conditions. "Yes. this is
Thariksgiving weather." I tell
myself as I exit my apartment,
sucking in some chilled air into
my lungs.
Mom. when's that bird gonna be
done?
Smelling that turkey's aroma
around the house drove us crazy
as kids. Maybe that's what forced
our Dad to take us out of the
house for day trips.
. He took us out of Mom's hair for
a couple of hours and. by the time
wegot back, the crisp November
air had made our stomachs feel
like bottomless caverns. We were
more than ready to feast our
appetites with the bird.
There was something special
about those trips.
Years back my dad took us to
Ports 0' Call Village in San Pedro.
Why this Thanksgiving day sticks
out more than others rm not too
sure. Once again, I think the
weather has something to do with
my strong reflections of this
particular occasion.*
Rain was threatening our
excursion all day. We thought it
was going to pour. However, we
orjh/ received a small shower. We
kids came home ready to attack
the half-cooked turkey.
Thanksgiving has always
strengthened the family bonds at
the Welsh residence. Margaret,
the oldest of the Welsh clan, is
the mushiest of us all.
She gets worse than me. And.
by what you've read by this
sentimental soul so far, you know
she's gotta be pretty gross. When
our family gets together, though,
we all tend to get a Mile senti-
rrwTttnl
Don't get me wrong. We're not
the Brady Bunch. Recently, when
Mom and Dad took the five . „ . .
Welshes on a weekend trip to
Tahoe. things got pretty crowded
in the rented Aerostar.
Tensions rose. and. not even
halfway to Tahoe. we started to
get .on each other's nerves.
We wont be fighting this Thurs¬
day. WeVe all matured. And. if
there's one thing that 12 years of
parochial school taught me, it was
be cool with your folks. Tell your
mother Thank you." I can re¬
member Sister Maiy Patricia Anne
advising us.
Now. even if my Mom has only
confuted up a box of macaroni
and cheese for me, I tell her
thanks. After 23 years on the
planet. I think I have strongly
grasped what this Thanksgiving
stuff is all about
I appreciate my mother's fine
cooking on the third Thursday of
November every year, but it's'her
love on the other 364 days that
really makes me thankful.
Gross! What3 that red,JeUy-Uke
Junk?
Every Thanksgiving I think my
Mom improves on the previous
Cartoon by John Wstah
year's Turkey Day spread. The
mashed potatoes are whipped to
almost liquid form. Fresh com on
the cob comes right from my
father's small, but respectable
garden and the stuffing comes out
of that turkey tasting scrump¬
tious.
Someone says grace and we all
dig in, rarely letting words inter¬
rupt the food-to-mouth action.
I just stay away from the cran¬
berry sauce, which, evidently,
ends up sitting in the bottom of
the refrigerator weeks after
Thanksgiving is over.
I'm sure my Mom brings the
same red Jelly-like Junk out from
the refrigerator when we have
turkey on Christmas.
Talking about all this food has
made me almost stuffed. But I've
always got room for a piece or two
of my Mom's homemade apple pie
— with whipped cream on the top
and a bowl of vanilla ice cream on
the side.
Mom, thank you very much. I
loveyou.
Yes. I think I Just may under¬
stand what Thanksgiving is all
about * ...
Outro5r*aKl by attacks
Editor.
I am writing this letter out of a feeling
of total outrage and steadily increasing
concern for the safety of professors and
students on this campus who are being
physically and verbally attacked for no
apparent reason other than their race
and/or culture.
I am not a member of an "ethnic
minority" so I guess that makes me a
member of the "silent majority" who Is
too angry to stay silent any longer. (Or
maybe I am a minority as a White femafe
reentry student.) Actually. I find myself
wishing fwere of an ethnic minority
background when I hear of the actions
of other Whites at CSUF.
I am talking abou t the acuons against
the two Chicano students, the verbal
accosting of a Latlna professor- which
I can verify since I was there and saw
the White male perpetrator — and now
the actions against a very good visiting
who happens to be a women of color.
Iaunastuda*ntoftheforiiire**iadfccl
privileged to be studying with her. and
plan to study under the latter this spring.
Fellow students. I came to this cam¬
pus to leam, not from people who nec¬
essarily think and believe as I do, but
from people of all types so I can better
understand and help all people that I
can come In contact with - whether
professionally, socially or personally.
I don't have to agree with all view¬
points, all methodologies, oral! grading
systems. But I can (and do) learn some¬
thing from everyone here — but only If
I'm willing to and regardless otehether
I pass or tail my classes.
.It's time to wake up. folks. Racism
has no place in the world community or
In the halls of academia today. White
superiority complexes belong in "By¬
gone Days. "It Is time to leam to live side
See LETTER, page 3
EdaxInChiel
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Chr* Cocoles. Damn Jones. Doug Mcleod, Bobby
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AovarBting Manager
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Brynda Thompson. Brand* WhMa
Ad Production Manager
Wendy Naytor
Ostribuaon
Craig Gottasl.
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| Title | 1990_11 The Daily Collegian November 1990 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1990 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
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| Title | November 19, 1990, Page 2 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1990 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
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| Full-Text-Search | Page 2 DallyCo Forget the holiday hugs; feed me now John Welsh I got dibs on a drumstick] That was too common a demand during pre-dinner festivities at the Welsh residence on Thanksgiving days. When we weren't fighting over a drumstick, we probably were fighting over something else. We Welsh-folk, like many other families, lost track of what this Thanksgiving thing was all about. I think weVe changed for the better at the Welsh household. *, Better get a bucket for this column, friends. When Thanksgiving Is the topic I get so pathetically sentimental it could make more than one of you out there in CSU Fresnoland puke. Trust me. Get a bucket. Or read this in a bathroom with a toilet nearby. I don't know what it Is about Thanksgiving that almost brings tears of happiness to my eyes (See what I mean? I'm disgustingly melodramatic). Plus, when you live away from home. I think .there's a stronger tendency for mushier emotions. I'm a Los Angeles native. And. IH be quite honest, my mouth is watering right now just ^thinking about my mother's homemade apple pies. Maybe my mushy emotions are controlled by the weather. The green leaves on trees have revolutionized to scarlet red and fire orange. Soon, the trees will be naked. It's enough to make you poetic. Although I rebel against the weather in the afternoon by wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Jackets and sweatpants are my apparel for evening excursions on the ol* mountain bike. When you can see your breath at night. It's time to get sensible. A few weeks back I was ques- tkming Mother Nature. She kept sending us 80*degree days. We weren't In November yet. I thought. Now, though, the weather has finally made its transition toward normal conditions. "Yes. this is Thariksgiving weather." I tell myself as I exit my apartment, sucking in some chilled air into my lungs. Mom. when's that bird gonna be done? Smelling that turkey's aroma around the house drove us crazy as kids. Maybe that's what forced our Dad to take us out of the house for day trips. . He took us out of Mom's hair for a couple of hours and. by the time wegot back, the crisp November air had made our stomachs feel like bottomless caverns. We were more than ready to feast our appetites with the bird. There was something special about those trips. Years back my dad took us to Ports 0' Call Village in San Pedro. Why this Thanksgiving day sticks out more than others rm not too sure. Once again, I think the weather has something to do with my strong reflections of this particular occasion.* Rain was threatening our excursion all day. We thought it was going to pour. However, we orjh/ received a small shower. We kids came home ready to attack the half-cooked turkey. Thanksgiving has always strengthened the family bonds at the Welsh residence. Margaret, the oldest of the Welsh clan, is the mushiest of us all. She gets worse than me. And. by what you've read by this sentimental soul so far, you know she's gotta be pretty gross. When our family gets together, though, we all tend to get a Mile senti- rrwTttnl Don't get me wrong. We're not the Brady Bunch. Recently, when Mom and Dad took the five . „ . . Welshes on a weekend trip to Tahoe. things got pretty crowded in the rented Aerostar. Tensions rose. and. not even halfway to Tahoe. we started to get .on each other's nerves. We wont be fighting this Thurs¬ day. WeVe all matured. And. if there's one thing that 12 years of parochial school taught me, it was be cool with your folks. Tell your mother Thank you." I can re¬ member Sister Maiy Patricia Anne advising us. Now. even if my Mom has only confuted up a box of macaroni and cheese for me, I tell her thanks. After 23 years on the planet. I think I have strongly grasped what this Thanksgiving stuff is all about I appreciate my mother's fine cooking on the third Thursday of November every year, but it's'her love on the other 364 days that really makes me thankful. Gross! What3 that red,JeUy-Uke Junk? Every Thanksgiving I think my Mom improves on the previous Cartoon by John Wstah year's Turkey Day spread. The mashed potatoes are whipped to almost liquid form. Fresh com on the cob comes right from my father's small, but respectable garden and the stuffing comes out of that turkey tasting scrump¬ tious. Someone says grace and we all dig in, rarely letting words inter¬ rupt the food-to-mouth action. I just stay away from the cran¬ berry sauce, which, evidently, ends up sitting in the bottom of the refrigerator weeks after Thanksgiving is over. I'm sure my Mom brings the same red Jelly-like Junk out from the refrigerator when we have turkey on Christmas. Talking about all this food has made me almost stuffed. But I've always got room for a piece or two of my Mom's homemade apple pie — with whipped cream on the top and a bowl of vanilla ice cream on the side. Mom, thank you very much. I loveyou. Yes. I think I Just may under¬ stand what Thanksgiving is all about * ... Outro5r*aKl by attacks Editor. I am writing this letter out of a feeling of total outrage and steadily increasing concern for the safety of professors and students on this campus who are being physically and verbally attacked for no apparent reason other than their race and/or culture. I am not a member of an "ethnic minority" so I guess that makes me a member of the "silent majority" who Is too angry to stay silent any longer. (Or maybe I am a minority as a White femafe reentry student.) Actually. I find myself wishing fwere of an ethnic minority background when I hear of the actions of other Whites at CSUF. I am talking abou t the acuons against the two Chicano students, the verbal accosting of a Latlna professor- which I can verify since I was there and saw the White male perpetrator — and now the actions against a very good visiting who happens to be a women of color. Iaunastuda*ntoftheforiiire**iadfccl privileged to be studying with her. and plan to study under the latter this spring. Fellow students. I came to this cam¬ pus to leam, not from people who nec¬ essarily think and believe as I do, but from people of all types so I can better understand and help all people that I can come In contact with - whether professionally, socially or personally. I don't have to agree with all view¬ points, all methodologies, oral! grading systems. But I can (and do) learn some¬ thing from everyone here — but only If I'm willing to and regardless otehether I pass or tail my classes. .It's time to wake up. folks. Racism has no place in the world community or In the halls of academia today. White superiority complexes belong in "By¬ gone Days. "It Is time to leam to live side See LETTER, page 3 EdaxInChiel r"*i all la i L ■ i ' ' ■*■- MNppf Edtv Am. Oca News Edtor SabrintKaltoy Stall Writers Coo/Edtor dtll rfOUB B*oofauemmW*ii9t**»mmm Photo Etnxi LukeShepps/d ThorSwtft Suzanne Tletfen Sport* Edtor Chris Brana/n Sports Wrlar* Graphic* Edtor Pas* Boylan Chr* Cocoles. Damn Jones. Doug Mcleod, Bobby EntartainmantEcftor AneslssiaHendrac Tood, John Wfti&h Starl ArtJGt Robert Bbvtca* Start Photographer Denis McBroy Advertising FUprnentat 1 vaa Business Manager Amy Mm Chris Hadyn-Myer. Shelby Stark. Dean* Toler. AovarBting Manager RonMarm Brynda Thompson. Brand* WhMa Ad Production Manager Wendy Naytor Ostribuaon Craig Gottasl. 1^ Oa* I^Saa^ a paMari b, •» AaaoaaM tfeaana M ol baton* S«b aacan fc. Saularv Uxdm ana* aaak. mi mna hoWan Tha nancapar cata • locaM ■ •» Ma. 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