My sister, Mary Beth, called me just now. She lives in North Carolina. When I answered the phone, she was singing a Christmas song. And I knew. I knew right away, as each of my siblings knew when she called them. Mary Beth was getting snow!! This blog tells about our old family tradition, of how sweet it is, and what these traditions mean even now as we are older.
The first thing I did when I got up this morning was to look out the window to see if we had gotten any of the possible snow that has been talked about over the past few days. If you look hard, like between the cracks of our brick walkway out back, or on our roof, you can see a little faint dusting of snow. It’s just a tiny bit, but it would have been enough at one time to keep up our old family tradition.
My mind goes back on this cold morning to other cold mornings of my childhood. I remember how Mom would always be up very early, faithfully fixing breakfast for Dad before he left for his job at the railroad station nearby. Then she would do the same for us, getting five breakfasts ready for us kids before we left for school……and somehow getting herself…
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