Traditions
I love traditions, I really do.
I’m talking about old family traditions, how minute they may be, they can really give me a warm feeling.
Every Sunday morning, my dad plays Bluegrass music, sometimes we’ll sit around and chat, or we’ll garden, or just do little things around the house. Every Sunday evening, it has always been a tradition on my dads side of the family to have a big Sunday dinner. And everyone was expected to be there, and everyone pretty much showed up. Dad still has a big Sunday dinner, even if now it’s just me and him.
A lot of my dads family are farmers and hillbillies. And I know people knock that type of lifestyle a lot because it’s not ‘cool.’ I certainly don’t seem like a farmers daughter myself, what with my spiked red leather boots and leather jacket, but every inch of me is. But I can tell you one thing, there is no better lifestyle.
You can keep your raves, you can keep your college parties and your drugs. Your nightly clubs and promiscuous barflies. Keep your expensive cars, your large houses, your large paychecks and your city life.
I have my small broken down farmhouse, my old ford truck, my crops and chickens, my family BBQ’s and cookouts, my old acoustic guitar, my small paychecks that barely allow me to get by and the love of my life. And I couldn’t be more content than that.
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May 19th, 2002 at 7:22 pm
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