December 1986
One of my favorite Christmas memories from my childhood was going to the cemetery to visit family graves. We would bring a wreath to lay on Grandma's grave. Typically it was snowing, cold, and nearing dark (apparently not these two years pictured). Dad had Erika and I play our flute and violin while the rest of the family sang carols. The cold silver flute made my lips and fingers so cold. I would only be able to play a couple songs before they became too numb to keep up with the carolers. Our toes would be freezing because we were standing in 8 inches of snow (usually wearing dress shoes because we were on our way to a party in our fancy Christmas clothes.)
December 199? not sure of the exact year...anyone?
But I am glad that Dad insisted that we keep up this tradition. We've only been in Utah a few times at Christmas since moving away 14 years ago and I miss being able to visit Grandma and Grandpa at the cemetery at this time of year.
We certainly miss doing this as well. Next year we can all go and Aspen and Toby can play as well.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice tradition. We often went on Sundays to visit my Grandma Clayton's grave - it's a good way to connect with the past.
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