Pumpkin carving was a tradition for Tom’s family and I’m so glad it was. Not that I’m pushy or anything, but that was one activity that I totally left to Tom and the kids. I love the laughter and pictures, but you can leave me out of sinking my hand into cold and slimy pumpkin guts. Not my idea of fun. Now, Tom’s carrying on the tradition with our granddaughter, Annalyn. I’m sure next year, little sister, Gracie, will in the middle of the fun.
Tom's family wasn't the only one with traditions. My brother, sister and I always felt uprooted when our family moved from Georgia to Kansas in 1963. My brother and I were in elementary school and my sister was in high school. For a lot of years the holidays were kind of lonely and depressing with only the five of us. 1000 miles was a long way to drive for Thanksgiving, and back then only the really rich flew.
Eventually, our family began to grow, but not before Mama had decided to make our holidays the best she knew how. For her, that meant “bringing in strays”, folks like us, who for one reason or another had no one else to share the holiday with.
Here we are, 50 years later. Mama, Daddy and Buddy, our brother, have all gone to be with the Lord, but my sister, Nancy, and I still try to “bring in strays” that we know about for the holidays. Guess you could call that our family tradition.
What are some of your family’s traditions? Are there new tradition you are creating with your family to pass down to new generations?