When I was younger, thanksgiving always have been associated with traveling to my mother’s hometown Quebec to see my grandmother and my aunts on my father’s side. When I was younger, I thought we were celebrating thanksgiving to celebrate peace between the indigenous and the colonists and that this custom applied everywhere in the world. In other words, it was universal. I can’t remember eating turkey during thanksgiving, but rather the recipes my paternal grandmother made when my father was a child. My father and aunts who tell me stories about my ancestors and my grandmother who…