Monday, April 22, 2013

Traditions: More than Holidays



From the time I was six or seven until well into high school, my family’s home was where most of my mother’s family gathered for Thanksgiving and Christmas meals. It wasn’t that we had the largest house to accommodate assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends and my grandmother. But our house had the largest space available for the tables – a large screened porch which was eventually enclosed to become a den. (Even in New Orleans, Christmas could be on the cool side.)

For a time, one very long table was sufficient to handle the family. Then a card table was added to handle the growing children. And then another. Eventually, two long tables were needed.

My parents prepared most of the food, and I think this was the cause of the demise of the gatherings. As they got older, it became too much work, and the gatherings had ended by the time I had graduated from high school.

But, for the child that was me, the gatherings were great fun and eagerly anticipated – noise, laughter, the occasional argument, the food and desserts, playing with my cousins. It was a tradition even before I knew what that meant. (A related one was the gathering of family and friends at my father’s business in downtown New Orleans on Mardi Gras day – a place to escape the crowds and find a bathroom.)

We grew up; the family scattered in various places around the South; one of us moved way up north to St. Louis. The tradition of the big gatherings at holiday times fractured into small fathers celebrating with themselves.

For a time, my wife and I spent long hours in the car, going back and forth to Shreveport or New Orleans for holidays, until we decided we had to have our own traditions for our two boys.

One tradition started in December, 1985: the baking of the Christmas bread. A local grocery store had a monthly magazine about food and recipes, and that year had a recipe for Christmas Wreath Bread. I was in the bread-baking habit back then, and so I decided to make it. It was a hit with the family – most likely because of the filling: chopped cranberries, pecans, butter, sugar, and spices, which any of us would be glad to eat straight without the bread.

I’ve made the bread every Christmas since then, with the exception of 2006, when we spent the holiday with my oldest son in Phoenix (and met the future daughter-in-law). But 27 years and only one excused miss counts as a tradition, I think.

In Not So Fast: Slow-Down Solutions for Frenzied Families, Ann Kroeker argues for the observance of family traditions, and more than traditions at only the major holidays. Traditions like family board game night, or the birthday honoree getting to choose the menu for all meals for the day, or annual vacations with family to the same place. These are the things that not only glue families together; these are the things which come to express the meaning of family.

Consider your family when you were growing up, and your family now. What traditions can you remember, and what traditions are important?


Over at The HighCalling during April, we’re discussing Not So Fast. To see where this week’s discussion is, and what others are posting about, please visit The HighCalling.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

4 comments:

H. Gillham said...

We had such similar upbringings.

Even though I have no children, I have been graciously invited to participate in the lives of my many nieces and nephews -- birthdays, graduations, sporting events, etc.

We all commit to Christmas together --- about 20 of us -- but with four nephews yet to get married [adding all those new daughters-in-law], we know that having that day secure for all to show is tenuous.

I am grateful for the years that we had.

Traditions are the glue that holds families together. I hope the next generation recognizes the importance.

nance said...

the tradition
of family.
whatever
we choose
to do
together.
it is the
together
we do
over and over.

spaghettipie said...

Oh, I think it takes 28 years to officially call it a "Tradition"... :)

Lovely thoughts, Glynn. I love the beauty of traditions and how something even very simple can become a unifying factor in our families.

Ann Kroeker said...

I'm sad that the big gathering faded--we have been that space for Thanksgiving and now Christmas, too. People come to us, so the kids experience the bustle of preparations, and help with some of the food, and then hang with cousins and laugh and we usually play a big game at the table after the pie.

You've got me thinking about what we're doing at this stage, with our teenagers and one young son. Things are evolving, but I hope we hold onto that job of hosting the meal.

Now that you're Grandpa, do you think you'll be the hub again, hosting the big meal?