Nostalgia plays an important role in the importance of the holidays. Of all your memories from this season, which one holiday memory is your favorite?
Share why if you wish.
Asking — and answering — life's interesting questions
Nostalgia plays an important role in the importance of the holidays. Of all your memories from this season, which one holiday memory is your favorite?
Share why if you wish.
I love receiving presents and have, of course, for my whole life. As a teenager, I figured out how to get a present early for my siblings and me. Sacrificing myself in a bit of humor for everyone else, I would drink a full glass of tomato juice in front of my family to be granted an early gift.
As many people know, I hate almost every variety of tomato in raw or juice form. Eating or drinking them would make me gag, or worse, throw up. To love them, tomatoes had to be pulverized, cooked, and mixed with spices.
So, how did I do it? When no one was watching, and just before the drinking of the juice would commence, I numbed my tastebuds by sucking on ice cubes for a minute or two. I’d then leave the kitchen and sit next to the Christmas tree with a full glass of yuckiness.
Down the hatch, laughter and “oohs” followed, and my sisters and I each got a pretty good gift — sometimes a couple of weeks before Christmas Eve.
So, what’s my favorite memory? I’m not sure if it is remembering the humor of the event or when, several years in, I showed everyone in the family my trick.
Oatmeal peanut butter candy cookies!
Every Christmas season we manage to make this special cookie recipe to share with friends and family.
I have a lot of good memories – picking a favorite is hard. We usually got presents from Uncle George and Aunt Jean from far away places like Germany or Okinawa. They were a career Air Force family. And my Aunt Anne in Denver always remembered us. I loved to watch my Dad open presents! He would take his time, shaking the box, trying to figure out what was inside. He took longer than everyone else, so we’d be all done and he was still opening presents.
My Grandpa and Grandma Pierce often had us out to there house for dinner on Thanksgiving or Christmas. One time after dinner we kids walked a few blocks to the movie theater and watched “Singin’ in the Rain”. (unaccompanied by the adults). Times were simpler back in the 1950’s.
p.s. I sound like a crotchety old man talking about “the good old days”. In many ways, things are better today. Hey, Michael and Lee, have you ever asked the question if the world is getting better or worse?
Nice suggestion, Tom. Lee and I will talk about it and when we would like to put it (or some variant of it) in the queue.