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             There we were, newly married, living thousands of miles from either of our homes, in Durham, NC where he was in medical school. My husband was from Texas, and I was from the North Shore of Chicago. We came from two different cultures ourselves, and now were together in a new one. It turned out to be culture shock on top of culture shock as we adjusted to each other, and to the cosmopolitan student body at Duke Medical School.

             CULTURE IS LEARNED

             Culture is something we learn. It isn’t related to race or ethnicity, religion or anything else, but it pulls from all those groups, and, especially if we’ve only lived in one place, moved only in one social group, and/or haven’t been exposed to other cultures, we tend to think of our own culture as sacred. However, so does the other person!

             As we move into an exciting new world of global interaction, there are going to be culture clashes. Let’s continue looking at this through my Thanksgiving Tale.

             THE PLAYERS

             The first Thanksgiving came around and friends from New England invited us over along with 6 other couples. Guests included a man from the Dominican Republic married to a woman from Spain; a couple from Missouri; a New York man married to a woman from Brazil; two French Canadians from Quebec; and two Australians who were not medical students, but neighborhood friends. Religions represented were Protestant, Catholic and Jewish. And, I should add, it included men and women.

             As friends do, we all talked among ourselves both before the event, during and after. A lot of it had to do with figuring out what was going on with all these nationalities represented. We split into factions about what was “right?and what was “wrong,?often changing sides with different issues.

             TIME & COMMUNICATION

             “Why noon??my husband asked. “When are we eating?? My husband liked everything organized with no surprises. I was more flexible, but willing to dive in and explore, so I called the hostess. “It’s buffet,?she said. I fished around for more information, like when were we expected to leave, and could I bring anything, hoping she’d reveal the menu. Her answers were typically New England, short and terse.

             “You didn’t find out anything??my husband asked, when I returned empty-handed.

             “She didn’t volunteer anything,?I said. “I did the best I could.?br />
             “Why didn’t you just ask her the questions outright??he said.

             “Because that’s rude,?I said.

             “You’re too polite,?he replied.

             “Then next time you call,?I said.

             “That’s the woman’s job,?he replied.

             We and the Missourians arrived at noon:11, which was our cultural dictate; a few minutes late to allow the host and hostess to make last minute adjustments, but no more than 15 minutes late. The French Canadians and the Australians arrived about 30 minutes later. The couples that included a Latino arrived an hour or two after noon.

             “How rude,?said the New Yorker. “How are we supposed to be able to plan? What do you do when you invite the Gonzalezes over??br />
             “Relax,?said the Australians. “We’ve all got kids. Things happen.?br />
             The French Canadians spoke to each other in French, obviously disliking tardiness, then smiled and told us, “Isn’t this a wonderful Thanksgiving,?avoiding dissension.

             The Latinos didn’t appear to notice their wandering in was anything out of the ordinary They were busy hugging everyone and having a good time!

             How we treat time varies greatly among cultures. We had had our cocktail hour by the time the Latinos arrived, and were ready to eat, but felt they should have time for a drink and some chatting also. It was an awkward moment. Somewhere also there was a football game involved, the timing of which got messed up.

             “Don’t worry about the football game,?said the Dominican. “This is Thanksgiving.?br />
             ”Thanksgiving IS the football game,?my husband said to me, soto voce, angry over that and also because he hadn’t had any food.

             THE ATTIRE

             Everyone from the medical school contingent was dressed up, and in festive apparel. The Australians were in blue jeans. The social group also has a pull.


             ©Susan Dunn, MA, EQ coaching, http://www.susandunn.cc , mailto:sdunn@susandunn.cc . Individual coaching, business programs, EQ Alive! #1 rated program to increase your EQ ?simple, no memorizing, it works. Email for information, and free ezine.

            

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