Day 8 of the 12 Days of Christmas Project

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We're counting down and
only 4 days left after today!



The twelve days of Christmas project.

Each day the UNCLE Christmas tree posts in section7mfu
and we'd like ALL the cousins to come visit and  share a memory of
Christmas' past as a comment, and leave it as a present under the tree.

Everyone who celebrates Chanukan, of Kwanza
is welcome to join in as well. It's not just a
Christmas tree, it's a symbol of joy.

There's nothing like our treasured memories, they're gifts
that will be with us always!

Give someone a smile with one of your favorite personal
memories, anectotes, or stories, songs...anything from your
past holidays, OR even what you're looking forward to this year!

Time to get into the Spirit!.

Comments

[sidhe-uaine42.livejournal.com]

I used to get dresses for Hannukah from my bubbe in Chattanooga not that I minded, but I used to always end up playing either in the sand pile or the dirt (much to my mother's and father's chagrin.) I also got a little extra attention/sheddings from old Jakie, the tomcat/"master of the house". I don't remember anything else really except for a nice muff, but it has been more than three decades.

We used to make latkes and potato kugel, using the least amout of oil possible so I wouldn't end up in the hospital due to an allergic reaction, and a brisket as well as lots of veggies (in spite of the fact that the veggies weren't exactly "traditional" fare.) After dinner, we would pick just one present to open except for the last day, then it was a free-for-all.

I pretty much learned how to cook from my father (my mother wasn't that good iykwim.) I still ♡ to cook, even to this day...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

:D You're making me hungry! Latkes, kugel and add babka to the list. My mom didn't make them but our Russian neighbor did and would send them over, along with borscht, every time she made them. My dad loved his borscht. For an Irish Catholic he had an eclectic taste in food.

Mom would make the brisket though ( and lots of veggies too) and when we had turkey...only at Thanksgiving and Christmas, dad would cook them outside on the gas grill.

I learned to cook from mom, though she didn't like to bake which explains why i don't like to do it. lol

I learned to make Manhattan clam chowder, which was my grandmother's recipe. One time my dad tasted my batch and he whispered to me...'you make it more like your grandmother than your mother does."

Never told that to mom...

THANKS for sharing!