American Thanksgiving

Alex Witkowicz
Dec 11, 2015 · 2 min read

Locked in a bathroom, crying my eyes out, the smell of roasted turkey and boiled cabbage in the air. My brother had punched me, and I hated cabbage. Hugs and kisses from grandparents and aunts and uncles, then the long drive home.

That’s how I remember my 7th American Thanksgiving.

My 21st American Thanksgiving was spent speeding around central Massachusetts, photographing high school football games for the local newspaper. A distinctly New England tradition rooted in I’m-not-exactly-sure-what. But what fun it was.

The Classics, as they’re called: hometown kids playing their rivals for the love of the game and the pride of the win, or, sometimes, the character building humility of missing the game winning catch in front of your entire family.

For my 29th American Thanksgiving, I wanted to see, and film, what other traditions Americans participate in. So on the morning of November 26th I set out in Denver with my camera, a few ideas, and an open mind.

The short film below is the result of my survey, and as I hope you’ll see, represents a small vignette of how Americans celebrate this unique holiday.