tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950714.post116710202351766618..comments2024-02-15T17:38:13.412-06:00Comments on nunblog: TraditionsSister Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032465016160490375noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950714.post-1167507930669547192006-12-30T13:45:00.000-06:002006-12-30T13:45:00.000-06:00Hi, Sr. Anne, thanks for sharing the FSP Christmas...Hi, Sr. Anne, thanks for sharing the FSP Christmas tradition. It does bring back a bit of memory of my celebration when I was in Boston. Now, being in Rome, of course something do sound familiar. However, this year was a little bit different for me. We do have Polenta for lunch the day before Christmas eve (frankly, I always find it too much for my stomach as much as I enjoy italian food). For midnight mass, most of us go our own ways, and for me, the grace of attending Mass with the Pope and with my family. I didn't get to be with the sisters for singing carols by the presepio since I was the last to arrive home, but did not miss the homemade hot chocolate which is out of this world. I broke the tradition of having Christmas lunch in the community and the opening of gifts because i was out with my family. So, I guess, the tradition....<BR/><BR/>Well, Happy Christmas (I know I am late but still we are before Epiphany) to you and all the sisters!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950714.post-1167268214639250342006-12-27T19:10:00.000-06:002006-12-27T19:10:00.000-06:00Our traditions have adapted over the course of tim...Our traditions have adapted over the course of time with changes in family settings and various life transitions, yet for some the core has remained. And now some of our earliest Christmas practices are being continued for the next generation, like Midnight Mass.<BR/><BR/>One of the changes is that we didn't really celebrate Christmas Eve when I was growing up. The celebration of Christmas started with Midnight Mass (ok, with the hour of carols preceding Mass) and continued right up to Epiphany (and sometimes beyond depending on when my cousins made their annual visit).<BR/><BR/>Now as an adult, however, I've started celebrating Christmas Eve, beginning with dinner and have adopted a modified version of the seven fish dinner. <BR/><BR/>It's become quite a joy to prepare the meal and good eats each year and this year we extended it by holding over the entree fish, catfish, to have with Christmas breakfast which this year was scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, and fried catfish (and fresh brewed coffee and ice cold orange juice).<BR/><BR/>One longstanding tradition in our family is taking time on the holiday to play family games, usually board games, words games like Scrabble or Boggle (my late grandmother's very favorite) or board games like Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit or Yahtzee (my other late grandmother's favorite). One year, at my uncle's sister's house, we played a modified family version of Pictionary. Another family custom is singing accompanied by guitar, piano, or accordion with lots of impromptu harmonies added...Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11984922178492683577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950714.post-1167181946878010212006-12-26T19:12:00.000-06:002006-12-26T19:12:00.000-06:00Nice recap of the FSP Christmas traditions!Nice recap of the FSP Christmas traditions!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950714.post-1167166236589796662006-12-26T14:50:00.000-06:002006-12-26T14:50:00.000-06:00Even following Katrina, we have one tradition that...Even following Katrina, we have one tradition that remains unchanged: The post-prandial Scrabble game. This year, our new brother-in-law was indoctrinated. He had no idea what he was getting into. To us, Scrabble is almost a contact sport. Although Nell had the prime position right behind Aunt ("I'll just help the board and open things up") Toodie, I was victorious. In what looks to be a new tradition, Jim didn't open his gifts, opting instead to pass them to Jane. "She enjoys it so much! Look at her smile!" harv681Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com