Weird Traditions
Talking with a friend yesterday about school dinners, she suddenly said, "We had to march into the dining room behind the School Band... except on Thursdays." Since all of us were now staring, she qualified this with, "...on Thursdays there was no wind section. It was a tradition."
What weird stuff have you been made to do "because it's a tradition."
( , Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:11)
Talking with a friend yesterday about school dinners, she suddenly said, "We had to march into the dining room behind the School Band... except on Thursdays." Since all of us were now staring, she qualified this with, "...on Thursdays there was no wind section. It was a tradition."
What weird stuff have you been made to do "because it's a tradition."
( , Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:11)
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New Year...
...just read the one about letting the new year in too - we used to do that in my house as well, but with bells on.
On the first stroke of twelve, one of the us (had to be a male - usually me as I was the youngest sibling and therefore deemed the purest-of-heart of us - meh) would leave by the back door carrying a mince pie, a 50p peice and a glass of sherry, make my way around to the front (to the sound of several groups of people singing 'auld lang syne' nearby - genuine warm fuzzy moment), and knock on the front door. Upon being let in with a kiss from my mum, I took a bite of the mince pie, a sip of the sherry and handed the 50p to my mum. Then we had hot-pot (kind of like beef stew with a suet crust on top) - my mum makes blinding hot-pot as well.
I still did it for a long time after I moved out of my folks' place, but can't do it these days as I live in a second floor flat - I miss it :)
( , Fri 29 Jul 2005, 8:59, Reply)
...just read the one about letting the new year in too - we used to do that in my house as well, but with bells on.
On the first stroke of twelve, one of the us (had to be a male - usually me as I was the youngest sibling and therefore deemed the purest-of-heart of us - meh) would leave by the back door carrying a mince pie, a 50p peice and a glass of sherry, make my way around to the front (to the sound of several groups of people singing 'auld lang syne' nearby - genuine warm fuzzy moment), and knock on the front door. Upon being let in with a kiss from my mum, I took a bite of the mince pie, a sip of the sherry and handed the 50p to my mum. Then we had hot-pot (kind of like beef stew with a suet crust on top) - my mum makes blinding hot-pot as well.
I still did it for a long time after I moved out of my folks' place, but can't do it these days as I live in a second floor flat - I miss it :)
( , Fri 29 Jul 2005, 8:59, Reply)
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