January 2, 2008

A Savage Family Tradition

When it comes to the blogging community, I have come across some great people who I know would be equally great friends were we to have a three-dimensional relationship. Amy from Savage Stories is one of those people. I have been following her beautiful twins Baylee and Brayden forever and I am convinced that we can make life a lot easier for our kids by arranging the marriages of Baylee and TheMonk and Brayden and Swee’Pea.

So, as future family, I was thrilled when Amy sent this post over this week. Please welcome Amy and her family traditions…


Over a year ago (11/7/06 to be exact–I kept the email knowing I would one day get around to it), Matthew asked several bloggers to write about their family traditions. I’ve wanted to do it ever since he asked, but two things kept me from doing it: 1) I wasn’t sure yet what my own family’s traditions would turn out to be, and 2) I was desperately trying to avoid coming to terms with the fact that my childhood traditions would be forever altered as I knew them due to a fall my grandmother took last Thanksgiving.

I was born in a town called Ruston, Louisiana. I lived there until I was in 4th grade, when we moved about 4.5 hours south. Until I was out of my parents’ house, I returned there for every Easter, summer break, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Even up until the point that I had my kids, I returned every Christmas. Santa always brought our presents to Grandma’s, and my cousins, sisters, and I would swear every Christmas morning that we had heard Santa’s sleigh bells come during the night. Every trip up to Ruston would have us eagerly anticipating the turn onto Grandma’s road, where my sisters and I would race to shout, “We’re on Grandma’s road!” All the crappy music that my dad forced us to listen to for the whole ride up suddenly faded into the background as we raced to the door and into my grandmother’s waiting arms.

I brought my kids up there for their first Christmas, which turned out to be the last one Grandma was in her own house. The following Thanksgiving, she slipped, broke her hip, and went to rehab, then, eventually, into a nursing home. My kids and I have been up to visit her several times, and each time, she was slowly slipping away. It was a coin toss whether she’d recognize me or not, and she certainly didn’t know my kids. I got home from my latest visit yesterday. She passed away tonight.

When I think of my childhood family traditions, they always revolved around great, big meals with lots and lots of family members. My grandmother always made her cornbread dressing and pecan pie for Thanksgiving and Christmas. The cousins always delighted in each other’s company.

As my sisters and I have forged our own families and traditions, I see where the basic elements of our childhood come into play: food and large gatherings. I’ve taken over Easter, my mom does patriotic holidays, and one of my two sisters does Christmas Eve at her house. Christmas morning (for the three we’ve had so far with kids) is just the small families, each at their own house. Thanksgiving is the only time of year that my husband’s family gets together each year, so we do that day with his family. But when I get home, my mother has always left me some cornbread dressing and pecan pie in my fridge.

As my children grow, I want them to know the love for their grandparents that I had for mine. And I want them to have memories of loud, loving get-togethers centered around the wonderful meals of my childhood. So far, I think we’re doing pretty well.

You can find more of Amy by visiting her here


  1. Hi Mathew
    I have a few (and I mean VERY few) minutes to send you a quick note. I have been meaning to send this note for ages…I wanted to tell you how much enjoyment your blog has given me this past year. You’re kiddos make me look forward to the next stages of Nikita and Trinity’s exciting toddler lives.I eagerly check for updates whenever I can- mostly around 1 am. My girls are now 21 mths and I think you should seriously put them on the list for Monk especially if you would like to have sunny beach holidays with your extended family in Australia. I think that there is a lot to be said for the old fashioned kind of parental matchmaking…but with the internet/blogging…whoa-it’s a whole new world. Nikita is my blue eyed sporty lunatic head banging cuddle bug, and Trinity is my brown eyed bootie shaking illegally cute cutie pie .BTW as an added bonus these two are US citizens. They are half greek , a quarter Chinese and a quarter anglo saxon Aussie mongrels.Their gene pool includes a couple of Phds, several teachers, lots of arty and accounting skills. What say you ? I will try to attach a pic and maybe even start blogging myself!


    Comment by Twinshere — January 5, 2008 @ 10:23 am

  2. bugger-no photo. You’ll just have to imagine them for now. SIGH….

    Comment by Twinshere — January 5, 2008 @ 10:31 am

  3. Hmmm, pues Australia, here we come!

    Comment by Grandmother — January 7, 2008 @ 12:18 pm

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