If you have a big family, when there has been a death in the family, there is always a big dinner after the funeral. Today’s dinner will be at my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Sandy’s.
We started out with a big country breakfast.
All I can say is Yummy!
Then there is the prep….
She has on stuff to not get dirty…thanks Aunt Jan for helping.
Thanks Aunt Sandy for cooking with love!
Food and family! RIP Uncle Nick You will be missed!
Here is my dad and his brothers and sisters that were at the funeral.
One of my favorite memories of Christmas is the new pjs that we got every year on Christmas Eve. Around 5pm mom would give us each a wrapped present that had a new pair of PJ’s in it.
When I was younger this was like yeah look PJ’s now I’m like hey where are my PJ’s :0)
Sometimes my sisters and I got matching PJ’s but most of the time it was what ever mom found that we were into at the time….meaning tweety bird, Mickey Mouse or who knows what.
As an adult I still try to put on some PJ’s by 5 on Christmas Eve.
My youngest sister started this tradition with my nieces and I love that for them. One day they will also do this with there children. It’s kinda a family tradition.
After the Jammie’s where on we had to stay in our rooms for awhile. Santa came early to our house. We would hear Santa open the front door (we didn’t have a chimney) do some deep ho ho ho’s and then my mom would open the bedroom door and we would run to the tree.
Everyone has there spot. Come to think of it we still sit in the same spot we did growing up (lol creatures of habit I guess).
PJ’s I must go out and get a new pair of PJs for Christmas!
This pic is of my sisters and I and I see one sister fell and roped the knee out of her PJ’s. No real surprise here.
One of my fondest memories growing up was being at grandma and grandpas house. They lived 9 hours away and we were there at least once a month for a long weekend and sometimes a lot more then that. I was really young when my grandparents passed but lucky for me my mom and dad took pictures of my sisters and I with them. I’m the oldest so I remember them more so then my sisters.
But the thing I remember most was riding in the station wagon or as we called it the Brady mobile lol. We went everywhere in that thing. I was the car sick kid so if I wasn’t in the front seat my parents were hoping I was asleep. We pulled over on the mountains of West Virginia a lot. Maybe that is why I was so skinny when I was little :0) lets just say I fed the birds up and down the mountain regularly :0(
If you still have a grandparent alive go see them, call them. Do it while you can because one day they will be gone and you won’t be able to just pop in. Really that’s all they want. Your time and attention even if it is just for a little while.
Another great word.
One of my greatest treasures is my family and I love that I can set a self timer and get in pictures with them…
Of course with Christmas right around the corner I had to do this with one of my Shelties.
She’s a good spot.
This is Nanny.
Although I did not take this picture it is one of my dearest treasures. Nanny is no longer with us but the story behind this picture is worth more then any amount of money. On this cold Dec afternoon went to I picked up Nanny and take her to the mall. She had tried everything to get her daughter to call and cancel our plans. Her daughter did not call. I pulled up and we got Nan ready to go out. When she stepped out and saw my truck she asked if we were riding in that. I said yes and she said well then let’s go (I have an Orange Chevy Colorado.) We stopped at Macy’s and wrote letters to Santa, got hot pretzels and made our way to see Santa. Nanny had never sat on Santa’s lap so I was going to make sure that happened! As we stood in line to see Santa Nanny told a little girl that she had seen 99 Christmases. To my knowledge Nan never told anyone how old she was, especially strangers. I’m not 100% sure what she whispered in Santa’s ear but the picture they took that day is priceless. We had pictures printed to put in her Christmas card when we got home. Nan passed a few days later. The joyful part was her friends got the picture of her enjoying life at 99. What a great treasure I have!