do you ever just want to ask that question...why??? I do! do I get answers? no. sometimes it is really very sad, don't know if it is just my perspective but it seems the older I get, I don't have the answers. but I still ask. even if its just in my mind...and nobody knows that I am wondering why. I question. I wonder. I reason. I ponder. I contemplate. I cry. I shake my head in disbelief. I try to figure out. try real hard to make sense. try to have the pieces fit together. sometimes answers come thru this evaluation process. sometimes you just have to leave it with God. will God tell me someday when I can sit in front of him the answers to my whys? I sure hope so. it is what helps me deal with the unanswered whys of today.
God knows why.
Friday, June 18, 2010
...tradition(s)
@dictionary.com the definition of tradition
the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information, etc., from generation to generation, esp. by word of mouth or by practice; a long-established or inherited way of thinking or acting; a continuing pattern of culture beliefs or practices; a customary or characteristic method or manner
Growing up we had a few things that were traditions in my parents home. One of them was homemade pizza EVERY Friday night. As a child, I liked pizza, but wasn't just downright crazy about it...course you have to realize I had never eaten restaurant style pizza - homemade was all I knew. But the one thing I did love about Friday Night Pizza was it was the only time we were allowed soda pop! One glass, and usually it was Root Beer because that is what Dad liked, or we could have Pepsi as that is what Mom liked. I didn't and don't care for Pepsi, so I either had Root Beer or Punch if I didn't want that. As me and my sister grew older and assumed cooking responsibilities, pizza making became more fun. We got to try other things besides a pepperoni pizza and hamburger meat pizza.We My sister learned to make better pizza crust and it became a really fun project each week. We rarely skipped having pizza on Friday nights, and when we did, Dad was always sorely disappointed. Looking back at my childhood, this is a fond memory of a tradition we had. So I ask...
What is tradition to you? Did you or do you have traditions in your family? Do you like them? Abhor them?
the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information, etc., from generation to generation, esp. by word of mouth or by practice; a long-established or inherited way of thinking or acting; a continuing pattern of culture beliefs or practices; a customary or characteristic method or manner
Growing up we had a few things that were traditions in my parents home. One of them was homemade pizza EVERY Friday night. As a child, I liked pizza, but wasn't just downright crazy about it...course you have to realize I had never eaten restaurant style pizza - homemade was all I knew. But the one thing I did love about Friday Night Pizza was it was the only time we were allowed soda pop! One glass, and usually it was Root Beer because that is what Dad liked, or we could have Pepsi as that is what Mom liked. I didn't and don't care for Pepsi, so I either had Root Beer or Punch if I didn't want that. As me and my sister grew older and assumed cooking responsibilities, pizza making became more fun. We got to try other things besides a pepperoni pizza and hamburger meat pizza.
What is tradition to you? Did you or do you have traditions in your family? Do you like them? Abhor them?
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