It’s not Sunday, and this is from several weeks ago. Get over it.
Traditions. Do you come from a culture with a lot of traditions? Does your family have traditions that you love or that you would like to change? Do other cultures/families have traditions that fascinate you? Write something about tradition.
I’ve often thought that one of the reasons I like Fiddler on the Roof so much is the sense of culture, common bonds, and tradition in the movie. (and, because I love movie musicals from that era in general.)
I have no cultural traditions, because I have no culture. I mean, really. I’m such a mongrel. My mom’s family’s German and something else Northern (Sweedish? I don’t think it’s Norwegian. Johanssen, whatever that might be.) Obviously I don’t care a whole lot. I’ve never identified with that family and their sense of cultural background. My dad’s family is – honesty I have no idea. My own cultural background, according to the paper I used to have from the agency, is Bohemian, which has always given me a giggle, and Greek. You wouldn’t be able to tell from looking at me, but when you compare my skin up close to others’, it IS a tad bit olive. In the right light. Ha.
But, though my mom tried to get me interested in Greek culture, I really don’t identify with that either. I would guess that the portion of me that is greek is tiny, tiny.
But I’ve always envied those who have a strong sense of cultural history and tradition.
As for family traditions… I don’t know. I’ve purposely not continued many of my family traditions from my youth, wanting to start anew with my own family. About the only thing that remains is a snack buffet on the day we set up the Christmas tree, and again for New Year’s Day. But the contents of the Snack Buffet have changed so dramatically, particularly since I developed a strong aversion to that cheese in the squeeze canisters.
My own family… I guess you could call Christmas Eve with Randy’s family a tradition. Our Christmas Day By Ourselves is a new tradition that I love.
New Year’s Eve, we’ve always ordered Mandarin takeout and watched old movies and slept out on the Hide a Bed in the front room. But three years ago, we realized we were old enough that we’d much rather sleep in our own bed than on the uncomfortable hide a bed. Two years ago, Randy got a gig DJing. And this year, the Mandarin is closed and we’re kind of floundering for something NEW to do for New Year’s. (as I write this, it’s 8:00 pm…)
I think that’s all I have to say on the subject of Tradition. I hope I can establish a stronger sense of tradition for my own kids.