Photo Hunt 26 November 2021 - Tradition

A bit of a struggle this week as we do very little that can be classed as Tradition.  I had a quick look to see that the word meant and found the following:

the transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation, or the fact of being passed on in this way.

Hmmm, that was not very helpful so I'll be thinking outside the box on this one.  So what do Beloved and myself do that has become our own set of traditions?

Looking back to my childhood/early adulthood there was very little done of a tradition nature.  The only event I can recall is helping Mother prepare Christmas dinner for which the preparations were spread over weeks and in the few days beforehand, it was non-stop.  There were my parents. my two younger sisters and myself.  All that fuss for a meal......  so now, by non-tradition, I do not cook on Christmas Day!  I will happily re-roast a duck or goose but not a full blown cooking session.  That leaves us free to go out or whatever.  Besides, now we have our own tradition for Christmas Day - we pack up a picnic and drive to Ribblehead viaduct.  Cue photos!

Somewhat suitable photo for this time of the year.  There was even a train going over it.

We visit several times each year; a lovely, scenic drive and we park on the Ingleton Road

not at the bottom where most other people park.

Part of the tradition of going to Ribblehead is calling in at

Seasons Bakery and buying some goodies!

My dear quilting friend gifted me this card in November 2020 and of course we

had to take it to Ribblehead!

Years ago when we seemed to be always working up at the

fields, we would go up there on 1 January and have a small

snip of port to welcome in the forthcoming year's work

up there.  Until we got the shed finished we'd sit out

here.  We even had a table and chairs.

I make cheese and Marmite palmiers every year.  I made

some a few weeks ago and they freeze well.  Yipee!

Home-made mincemeat made into mince pies with 

home-made pastry.  Now I think about it I used to

help Mother make mincemeat and that is a tradition

I carry on.  It's so simple to make and I store it in a plastic

tub in the fridge.  It lasts for weeks and weeks.

Another memory from childhood is Mother and the Christmas tree.  She insisted

on having a live one and dressed it herself. Yes it look pretty but it was

a lot of work and then there were all the falling needles.

Also wherever I have lived since leaving home, there has been no where for a tree.

Roll on the years and I have an idea from all the yarn-bombing that was happening.

Without Beloved being aware I cut

a suitable ash tree branch and yarn-bombed

it!

It even has red lights.  It stands between the

2 long windows in the upstairs lounge and

is there all year.  Come December I remove

the non-Christmas dangly ornaments and

replace them with the Christmas ones, 

including chocolate Santas etc etc.

Well everyone, I'll be returning to Astrid's link-up page (click here) to see what traditions you have; I suspect they might be more traditional than mine!  

I hope the next set of words will be a bit easier on my brain!

Bye!