Traditions
So this time of year makes me think back to Christmas when I was younger. I'm an only child and both of my parents only had one sibling and only of them had a child so my family has dwindled significantly over time.
When I was a kid the house was full of people, a great-aunt & uncle, both grandmothers, one grandfather, an aunt, two uncles and a cousin plus me & mom and dad. Now, it's just the one aunt & uncle, the cousin and us.
So I was thinking back to those good ol' days....
No matter what, after Christmas dinner Uncle Fred would make us all load up and go to the truck stop in Shepherdsville for coffee. Seriously, Christmas day at a truck stop.
Waking up to the smell of oyster casserole in the house. Horribly icky but apparently a big deal to have at all family holiday celebrations.
Reading the Christmas story before dinner every year. I still do that and I'll be happy when I can pass the torch on to E.
The yearly gift of work gloves from my aunt Offa (yes, strange name I know, pronounced Offie) to all the men in the family. You could count on it. There was no need for dad to ever buy work gloves because she took care of that.
I'm not sure I have a favorite tradition, but I can tell you that I miss the people who made the traditions and shaped the memories I'll share with my children.
When I was a kid the house was full of people, a great-aunt & uncle, both grandmothers, one grandfather, an aunt, two uncles and a cousin plus me & mom and dad. Now, it's just the one aunt & uncle, the cousin and us.
So I was thinking back to those good ol' days....
No matter what, after Christmas dinner Uncle Fred would make us all load up and go to the truck stop in Shepherdsville for coffee. Seriously, Christmas day at a truck stop.
Waking up to the smell of oyster casserole in the house. Horribly icky but apparently a big deal to have at all family holiday celebrations.
Reading the Christmas story before dinner every year. I still do that and I'll be happy when I can pass the torch on to E.
The yearly gift of work gloves from my aunt Offa (yes, strange name I know, pronounced Offie) to all the men in the family. You could count on it. There was no need for dad to ever buy work gloves because she took care of that.
I'm not sure I have a favorite tradition, but I can tell you that I miss the people who made the traditions and shaped the memories I'll share with my children.
posted by JAB @ 10:07 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:44 PM,
NB-C said…
Oyster casserole? Doesn't sound too good to me, but my Mom always makes sweet potato puffs. They are so bland...here's how you make them in case you're interested:
1 can of sweet potatoes (mash with fork or hand mixer if needed)
Smashed cornflakes
Marshmellows
My mom wraps the sweet potatoes around one marshmellow and then rolls it in corn flakes....EWWWWWW
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