I have had plenty to say recently but haven’t posted anything. I was unable to access the admin functions so could not write a post. Errrr… Anyway, it is fixed now.

When I was little my Granny used to make homemade noodles every year for Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas dinner. When I got old enough, she taught me how to make them, and I have carried on the tradition. Besides, I just know that if I skip making them my nose will fall off. They are very easy to make and really quite yummy so I don’t mind. And, truth be told, I am a sucker for traditions.

When my Granddaughters got old enough to hold a rolling pin, I started teaching them how to roll the noodles out. They are now 7 and 9 and have literally helped since they were each old enough to stand in a chair and roll. Next year, we start learning how to make the dough. But, I digress…..

Their Mother has learned to make them as well and does a very good job for the Christmas dinner. I still do them for Thanksgiving, and the girls make a special visit just to make the noodles. As we were rolling them out this year, the girls started talking about how they were making a traditional. My “Granny” taught me to make them. Their “Granny” is teaching them to make them and, to keep the traditional going, how they will teach their grandkids.

That’s a long way off and times change. I don’t know if they will. I do know that the memories of time spent with their whole family is the real traditional and that they will pass on.

 

P.S. I get really sappy this time of the year.

Of course, I really know better than to ever say never.
For most of my life I have had a dog for a family pet. When one passed over the “Rainbow Bridge”, I would mourn for a few weeks then find another one. Not one to take its place, but one to create its own place in my family life. The last one I had was a little 2 1/2 pound ball of white fluff….a yappy little teacup Maltese that looked more like a stuffed animal than a dog. He had been a member of my family for 18 years. I swore…never again.
That oath lasted many years, but, alas, has now been broken. We adopted a female, part Chihuahua, part Boston Terrier puppy about 2 weeks ago. We named her Allie. She is adorable. Full of energy and curiosity.

 

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My granddaughters and their parents adopted Allie’s sister, Jenny. They get to visist on the week-ends. As an added bonus, we have built-in dog sitters for the times when they can’t go with us. That’s a good thing.Š