Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Dad's Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories - Holiday Foods

Day 2 of my dad's memories for the Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories made possible by Geneabloggers.

Today's Prompt:
December 2 - Holiday Foods
Did your family or ancestors serve traditional dishes for the holidays? Was there one dish that was unusual?

Cookies, cookies, cookies are what we made every year. All kinds of cookie varieties got passed around and exchanged with aunts. I remember several cookie making parties. As far as an unusual or traditional dish for the holidays, we stuck primarily to the turkeys and hams. If Pennsylvania deer hunting season was successful, then we might also have some venison steaks or butterflied chops for a change. Once we even had a black bear roast that was given to us by my Uncle Norbert and the way my mom cooked it, it was delicious.

My grandparents always came to our house for Sunday dinner during the holidays. It was a blast for us kids. My Grandfather Eugene Eck, (aka Pop-Pop) always sat the head of the table and said grace before we ate dinner. Pop-Pop was always making jokes and had all kinds of stories from his days as a mail carrier. After dinner, he’d park himself in the middle of the sofa and we would all pile in around him to get him so we could hear his latest jokes. If we had turkey, for some reason he needed a nap for 15 minutes before the jokes and stories began.

My Grandmother Eiswerth (Catherine) would usually have to wait until after Christmas day to visit us. She worked as a cook/housekeeper at a parish rectory, and was always very busy at Christmas time. She lived about 3 hours away. Grammy was greatly loved by us kids and we always had fun when she came for a few days visit. One year she was coming to see us and her old Ford car broke down. She had to have it towed to a repair shop. In true Christmas spirit, the repair shop owner and his wife drove Grammy to our house that evening. Dad tried to give them money, but they wouldn’t accept it. My mom managed to give them a big can of her cookies. After that when she travelled, Grammy always stopped at their gas station to say hello to her new friends.

I remember that bear. My brother and I were told that it was deer and only found out after we liked it what it actually was.

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