(Taken at Jacob's graduation last year - it's hard to get a picture when someone isn't goofing around. Straighten up, Chad!)
Memories . . .
We talk of the times when we'd pack our metal lunch boxes and head into the pasture to explore and look for treasures. Sometimes we'd just climb onto the big round bales of straw next to the cattle corral and eat the snacks we packed - mini-marshmallows, chocolate chips, dry cereal, koolaid, and whatever else we could find in the cupboards. We made forts, tee-pees, bike ramps, dirt roads and man-made ponds for matchbox cars, and even burried oreo cookies in a sandwich bag to see if they were still there the next day. Those were the days when you could only get 3 channels on the TV, and when we spent hours outside creating fun.
Last weekend, Aunt Joyce made Paul's favorite salad, green jello with pears. Grandma D often made that same salad when we gathered for Paul's birthday parties. Memories. Joyce also brought her yummy chocolate "Turtle Cookies" (#582), which my grandma used to make for us on her waffle iron. I make them once in a while, but mine never taste as good as Aunt Joyce's.
I remember my grandparents making rootbeer floats for us kids, whenever we spent time at their house. My grandpa D especially enjoyed them. Which is why we still celebrate Gpa's birthday by making rootbeer floats. It's just one of the many ways we remember Gpa and Gma. Last weekend, Erin made everyone rootbeer floats while Paul's family was back. And so the tradition continues. (#583)
Traditions make special memories and bind families together. (#584) They are with us forever, long after childhood. They are a gift.
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