Sure, most of us have traditions, even if we don't want to admit it. For some it means getting together at Thanksgiving, having a big turkey dinner, and dumping some eggnog into a snifter of brandy. For others it means hauling out the silver aluminum Christmas tree, dangling three dozen glass bulbs from its eighteen branches and pointing the rotating four-color-light-wheel toward it. And for others, it means a movie a day from Thanksgiving to Christmas, beginning with the original Miracle on 34th Street and ending with Christmas Vacation. I mean, not that I know this for sure or anything, but these could be some people's traditions.
About fifteen years ago, I began going to the Larch Mountain Country Artisans sale in November. They have everything there, from homemade doggie treats to blown glass, to beaded jewelry. Sandra Tucker is one of those artists. The first year I bought some earrings from her and gave them to my daughter for Christmas. This began a tradition. During our Christmas morning present exchange my daughter would open one, take it out, examine it and then look over at me.
"Sandra?" she'd ask.
She'd smile, nod, slip it on or hang it up, depending on what it was, and we'd move on with our festivities. My daughter became so enthralled with Sandra's jewelry that Sandra gave her a lesson in beading and lent her some supplies to try it out.
The last couple years I haven't bought anything from Sandra, but she reminded me today that the "Heart of the Country" show and sale is scheduled for November 20, 21 and 22 at the Glenn Otto Community Park in Troutdale.
I think it is time to renew the Sandra tradition. Maybe I'll skip the Christmas movie and drive out to Troutdale, hit the outlet stores and swing by the Heart of the Country show.
Plus she has promised to give me a dynamite recipe for hot buttered rum batter.