Whether it is a vintage patchwork quilt made by Aunt Bess, or
a handcrafted ornament made by Papaw Austin, or Inez's Christmas cookie recipe - handing things down from
generation to generation is an essential part of being a family. And not just tangible items, also ideals, stories,
and traditions. Family traditions help
to build a sense of identity and closeness and security.
Growing up an Army brat and moving around a lot, family traditions were
important to me. No matter where we lived, we
always found a live Christmas tree, my dad would fashion a tree stand out of some wood, and my mom would carefully unpack the ornaments that she moved from year to year to decorate the tree, with the final touch always lots of those silver 'icicles' (you know the kind that would end up all over the house and could be found months later). And also every year my mom would get out her
address book to send Christmas cards.
Being in the military, my folks made friends everywhere they went and
kept in touch with a lot of them. And of
course there were lots of family names on the list. As I looked through the address book, I would be excited when I recognized someone. Mother Hanie, Aunt Allene, Wilbur and
Jessilee, then there were names I didn't recognize - Byron Austin ? who is
that, mom? She would say, "Oh an uncle - we call him
Rat, he is the blacksheep of the family…"
Most of the people's names I did not recognize, probably
had never even met some of them. Did my
folks really have this many friends?
Wow! It is like today on
Facebook - your friend list may be long, but how many of these people do you
really see or even know?
But back to the annual Christmas cards. When I was a little girl, I would watch my
mom address the letters by hand and sign the cards and lick the stamps. I wanted to help! As the years passed and my penmanship
improved, she would let me do a little more each year. I started out just stuffing the envelopes,
then graduated to writing the return address, and finally writing the main
address, very carefully and in cursive of course! She would
write a note to most folks, a little summary of where we were living at
the time and how we were doing.
The annual tradition continues at our house - but an updated
version, computer-generated letter and address labels, self-stick stamps, even
a database of names and addresses. It
all seems so impersonal, and it would be if not for the enclosed letter
(hopefully this personal account of our family happenings will offset all the
impersonal). I guess it depends on where
Buddy's head is at the time he writes his annual letter, but no matter how
stressed out he is at work, he always manages to come up with a good Christmas
Letter. And if you didn't get one in the mail, here is a free web version of the 23rd annual Christmas Letter.
And the tradition continues... our daughters have both written Christmas letters and sent them out, now our granddaughter Madison (age 15) has taken over the chore/honor and is writing her family's yearly letter.
And the tradition continues... our daughters have both written Christmas letters and sent them out, now our granddaughter Madison (age 15) has taken over the chore/honor and is writing her family's yearly letter.
For us, this annual card is the only form of communication that we have
with a lot of the folks on our list, and for the acquaintances we have made
over the years, it is probably sufficient.
But for many years now I have let this be the only tie between us and
good friends and family, not a good thing.
With the arrival of email and Facebook etc., you have the illusion of staying in
touch with everyone, and in some ways it works well, but there are those who
fall through the cracks, the aunts and uncles and cousins and friends who are not
online, not connected, who are out there, possibly living alone, wishing for a real letter or
phone call.
So if you have friends or family out there, stay in touch,
you will be glad you did. Call them or
send a card or take them some of your holiday baked goods, or hand something
down - like that poinsettia the boss sent…