Traditions

Traditions are defined as customs, patterns of thought, or behaviors. I have many that have been passed down through generations that hold close to me. And others that I started and carry forward. These traditions shape what is important to me and create memories I cherish. They are as simple as avoiding stepping on a crack while walking down the street (maybe more of a superstition) or making lasagna for major celebrations or holidays. My traditions bring happy memories, although others might have more solemn ones.

The holiday season brings back the memories of family traditions. I think of getting dressed up to go to Christmas Eve midnight mass, followed by opening one present. I loved it when Dad put all five kids in the Vista Cruiser to drive around to look at Christmas lights. Big Italian Sunday dinners where all the relatives came together, usually at our home, to spend the day eating and laughing.

Without children, Curt and I have established our own traditions—Christmas Eve cooking together and enjoying a seafood feast. Ringing in the new year by banging pots on the front porch. This is one I enjoyed as a child, and come to think of it, Curt never really participates. My best friend lived about a half mile away, and we made sure we could hear each other banging away. Of course, kids today would call their friends to wish them Happy New Year. On New Year’s Day, we eat Curt’s famous spicy black-eyed peas to ensure we have good luck in the coming year.

It is never too late to start new traditions that you can call your own. Or bring some back, which we intend to do by re-introducing Sunday dinners.