A BOYLAN NEW YEAR’S FAMILY TRADITION
I must say I am somewhat shocked and surprised – but not yet astonished – by how many visitors this, my new blog, has seen. I see many familiar faces from the now legendary JournalSpace diaspora. But I see an unexpected number of new faces, too.
My new friends are asking me some of the same questions my old friends asked me when they first encountered the grandure of my bearing. That isn’t a another way of saying they were shocked by how overweight I am. That is not what I am saying. To be honest, I could use to lose a few pounds. But who couldn’t, especially after the holiday season when we cannot escape from running into food that we really aught not eat?
But I digress. I have recently been asked “what happened that made you this way?”
I am forced by habit and custom to interpret questions like this to mean “what are the forces in your life that shaped the man you are today?” I, too, have asked myself this very same question many, many times. The answer is always the same: my family made me what I am today.
In particular, it is the family traditions handed down from generation to generation that have engendered the – person – that writes these words. And no time are my family traditions more apparent than at the start of a new year.
I am not sure how it started or why, but it has become a tradition throughout my family that, on or before New Years Day, we share with each other photos or videos of our pets eating. You may find this strange, but it is a tradition, okay? And that makes it worth respecting. Traditions are the bedrock of moral values, and it is moral values that made America great.
My Great Aunt Hilda has a pet snake. A really big one. This is a vid of her snake, Princess Precious, eating a rabbit.
[Thank God this video no longer exists.]
From my family to yours, have a very happy new year. When all is said and done, we are only that which is reflected in the collective face of our family.
Which is why I’ve taken steps to cut myself off from mine. I have a big family. It is going to take time.
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