I do similar, but keep Autumn ones 'til about 1 Dec..
Went kinda vintage-y for the Christmas ones this year. Here's a few...
Wife just put on Polar Express. She loves that movie. Not in my top favs, but still a good movie.
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Any personal holiday traditions?
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I do similar, but keep Autumn ones 'til about 1 Dec..
Went kinda vintage-y for the Christmas ones this year. Here's a few...
Wife just put on Polar Express. She loves that movie. Not in my top favs, but still a good movie.
Pretty much why it's not in my top ten LOL. Kinda distracting to me.
My dad told me about a Christmas tradition he remembers from his childhood the late 40s and early 50s.
On Christmas Day, starting in the early afternoon, my dad's father would get together with other extended family members and theyd all go around the neighborhood caroling and playing Christmas music.
My grandfather played the fiddle, others had different instruments. My dad said somebody always played spoons.
The group would stop at the houses of different relatives (there were/are a lot of my family living in this neighborhood) and replenish their booze.
The reason I'm remembering this now is because I recently inherited my grandfather's fiddle and my dad was telling me about his dad playing it, particularly on Christmas.
I just took the fiddle in to the violin shop to have it refurbished (it wasn't playable and had a few issues).
When I get it back, I plan on keeping it, and even to start playing it regularly.
I was hoping to have it back before Christmas so I could surprise my dad by playing a few Christmas songs on it - something he last heard about 65 years ago.
On Christmas Day, starting in the early afternoon, my dad's father would get together with other extended family members and theyd all go around the neighborhood caroling and playing Christmas music.
My grandfather played the fiddle, others had different instruments. My dad said somebody always played spoons.
The group would stop at the houses of different relatives (there were/are a lot of my family living in this neighborhood) and replenish their booze.
The reason I'm remembering this now is because I recently inherited my grandfather's fiddle and my dad was telling me about his dad playing it, particularly on Christmas.
I just took the fiddle in to the violin shop to have it refurbished (it wasn't playable and had a few issues).
When I get it back, I plan on keeping it, and even to start playing it regularly.
I was hoping to have it back before Christmas so I could surprise my dad by playing a few Christmas songs on it - something he last heard about 65 years ago.
I’m a crooked jerky jockey, and I drive a crooked hoss.You don't have to tell an old-schooler like me which Grinch you're talkin' 'bout!
I like watching and listening to Music Choice "Sounds of the Seasons." I find it relaxing...kind of like a video fireplace.
New Years Day I am forced by 'er indoors to make my lasagne.
"It's a tradition...." A 'tradition' created by her, for her, many years ago. I'll probably bake a loaf of bread to go with it.
"It's a tradition...." A 'tradition' created by her, for her, many years ago. I'll probably bake a loaf of bread to go with it.
We'd always migrate North 'round Christmas. Down here, that's heading for the summer sun, which doesn't make a great deal of sense
Some of the old folks were up in that relative direction but my oldies, keeping up with the Jones's I suppose, had the means to head that way, regardless. We got up to some mischief, in those days.When I got a kombi, and a license, I kept the tradition alive. But I'd invariably hit the dirt roads and the surf spots along the coast — not the old hangouts — going as far as Noosa. This place has perhaps the fondest memories for me — Angourie Point, just outside Yamba.
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Just back from the beach is a pair of rectangular fresh water pools we used to call the Blue Pools. Back in 1871, the construction of a breakwater began at the head of the Clarence and sandstone was mined at Angourie, until such time as they accidentally hit a freshwater spring. The next day, those pools appeared and all the mining equipment had to be abandoned, now submerged and lying at the bottom, to this day.
To us kids, they used to say the pools were bottomless. I tried hard to get to the bottom but failed miserably. When I was five or six, I was given a snorkeling set and the Blue Pools were where I first tested the equipment. I kept going back there as often as I could, for a good number of years.
The second last time I was there the pools were still blue. After a surf, up in the car park, we saw a limo pulling up and the Prime Minister emerging with Nat Young, to gaze out at the ocean. Within a short period, the pools had turned a mucky brown. That fateful day, the day that old Bob Hawke, the Silver Bodgie, loomed large at Angourie, was the day the old place was condemned. Permission was granted, we learnt later, to build a suburban enclave above the Point. A sad and sorry day. I have some old postcards depicting the pools — blue as blue can be. I couldn't find one today, online.
That Christmas, half a century ago, diving and swimming in the Pools, is now a treasured memory. Fishing, surfing the Point, and jumping off the northern cliff-face into those bright blue, fresh waters over the years are memories of an indescribable joy.
To us kids, they used to say the pools were bottomless. I tried hard to get to the bottom but failed miserably. When I was five or six, I was given a snorkeling set and the Blue Pools were where I first tested the equipment. I kept going back there as often as I could, for a good number of years.
The second last time I was there the pools were still blue. After a surf, up in the car park, we saw a limo pulling up and the Prime Minister emerging with Nat Young, to gaze out at the ocean. Within a short period, the pools had turned a mucky brown. That fateful day, the day that old Bob Hawke, the Silver Bodgie, loomed large at Angourie, was the day the old place was condemned. Permission was granted, we learnt later, to build a suburban enclave above the Point. A sad and sorry day. I have some old postcards depicting the pools — blue as blue can be. I couldn't find one today, online.
That Christmas, half a century ago, diving and swimming in the Pools, is now a treasured memory. Fishing, surfing the Point, and jumping off the northern cliff-face into those bright blue, fresh waters over the years are memories of an indescribable joy.
A carving Nat Young, way back when.
The track down to the pools.
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On New Year's Day my wife cooks steak and seafood. I honestly prefer her steak to anything I've bought in a restaurant
Per our New Year's tradition, Twilight Zone marathon is on now, as it is every year at this time. We're doing other stuff around here, so not actually sitting and watching directly, unless a personal fav comes on. It'll be on the TV Jan 01 also.
Just finished lunch, watched "Passage on the Lady Anne". On now is "The Masks".
Tonite for dinner...sports bar food LOL. Jalapeno poppers, cheese sticks, potatoe skins, etc., for power-grazing thru the nite. And beer. In the comfort of home.
Tomorrow nite is corned beef and cabbage, black-eyed peas, and cornbread.
Just finished lunch, watched "Passage on the Lady Anne". On now is "The Masks".
Tonite for dinner...sports bar food LOL. Jalapeno poppers, cheese sticks, potatoe skins, etc., for power-grazing thru the nite. And beer. In the comfort of home.
Tomorrow nite is corned beef and cabbage, black-eyed peas, and cornbread.
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