Another tradition I have missed is Terranova Christmas as we have come to call it.
When I was small, we were all over the place at Christmas. Christmas Eve day if I remember right, we would start at my Uncle Danny's house. That night we would be at my Grandparents house in Warwick with my Dad's side of the family (which we still do and I love). Christmas morning was at our house bright and early to open presents, then we were on the road to Westerly where we would have a big gathering at my Great Grama's house with my Mom's whole family.
After that we would be back at the hotels to spend more time with my Grandparents who had come back from Florida and have yet another Christmas celebration with my Mom's siblings. LOVED it! What kid doesn't want to have like 5 celebrations in 2 days?!
The funny part is though I have never actually lived in Westerly, it still always feels like coming home when we hit the stone bridge and take Exit 1. Part of me would live there now if I could.
While I'm not sure just when it started, I know it was some time after my Great Grandmother passed away (just after I graduated high school), our Christmas traditions changed a little. We would hold Terranova Christmas on a different day - a week or so before - at my Aunt Bonnie's house in Westerly. For awhile it was every year, but now? Not so much. The last one might have been 2 years ago - or maybe 3. I'm not sure. This year we picked right back up again this past Sunday and I couldn't have been happier.
This is my Uncle Stanton (my Grama's brother) - who I love dearly and don't get to see nearly enough.
Growing up there was always a part of me that felt like I was stuck in between the generations a bit. I was the first of the next generation - and though my sister, brother and I were close in age - there was a pretty big gap before my mom's cousins started having kids. I'm sure there are others but this is one of the last photos I could find of all of us at my Great Grama's together. Not even all of us, I think we are still missing one there. Karly wasn't born yet.
Sunday I made a request. We were not all there, but I wanted an updated photo of all of us that were. I requested anyone under 34 ... to which my cousin Garrett asked if that meant I would be in the photo. Smart ass that one is, isn't he. Good thing I love him. Here we are.
I wish it was all of us, but this photo still means so much to me. Crazy to see how everyone has grown up. And that most of us could sit around and have beer and wine together no less. I loved that even if it was just for a little while, my boys got to be there too.
I loved watching my cousins get right in and play with my little guys. And tease and joke around with them just the way I remember being teased by my Uncle Doug and some of my mom's cousins when I was not much older than them.
Big thanks to my Auntie Bonnie for hosting Terranova Christmas. Love you all!!!