My parents weren’t shopping types. Food and necessities was one thing, but walking in and out of stores for fun with no particular goal in mind was not on their list of things to do,
My father was born the eighth child in a family of 10 children that subsisted from week to week on a coal miner’s solitary income. He would climb 200 feet down into a mine shaft to help his one-legged father extract enough chunks of coal to bag, walk into town and sell in order to purchase food for the evening’s dinner.
It was my first year as a resident of New York City over Thanksgiving. I lived off Union Square, around the corner from Max’s Kansas City where Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground were the house band and where I knew the audience would be small on the holiday, so I decided to accept an invitation from a co-worker at my advertising agency to join her family in the Bronx for Thanksgiving dinner.
When you think of Thanksgiving, you think warm, cozy, lots of food, and smiling faces lighting up the room. Let’s hold on to all your family traditions! Here’s an interview with Rory Donahue about some of his family traditions.
It’s December, and you wake up to a crisp and snowy day already feeling that exciting tingling that all kids feel when you enter the Christmas month. When you race downstairs you see the Christmas tree and on top of it…an elf!
These are no ordinary elves! They are Elf on the Shelf elves, and to the people who carry out this tradition they are some of the highlights of Christmas.
The rules are simple:
On a brisk morning recently I was able to experience what truly fresh fish tastes like.