Today was perogy making day. My usual dilemma is making too much filling which, in turn, means I have to make more dough. Then I have too much dough so I have to use up the dough making cherry perogies.
This installment of Principal's message is one I have shared before and I will share the piece again, I'm sure, because it is my favorite. I can easily get choked up reading the article every time I read the words.
PRINCIPAL’S MESSAGE
What do I remember about
Christmas when I was in elementary school?
Well, the Co-op set up a Christmas store and the Galaxy Theater would
have a free matinee such as Son of
Flubber. Following the matinee, we
would file out past Santa Claus who handed out a goodie bag with a Japanese
orange, peanuts, and hard candy. Santa
was also the town garbage man, the referee for the senior men’s hockey team,
and a bit of a grump for most of the year.
In front of Beaver Lumber, old Hughie Lewis sold Christmas trees for
less than five dollars. Old Hughie lived
north of Nut Mountain and he had a long beard. The elementary school performed at The Carol
Festival in the high school gym. Grade
One always sang “Away in a Manger”.
There was usually lots of snow when we went to the candle light service
on Christmas Eve. My dad, who worked as
a logger during the winter, would come out the bush north of Hudson
Bay and he would get a few days with our family. Mom would prepare fruit cake, gum drop cake, Nanaimo bar, perogies,
cabbage rolls, and the freezer would be full.
My older brothers and sisters would be home for the holidays. We always played a lot of card games. Ah, Christmas memories. We all have them.
My wife and
I have created a set of memories for our children. My wife starts by watching a Christmas movie
on Halloween, baking on the November long weekend, and having the house
decorated by December 1st.
The girls take turns moving the star on the Advent Calendar. We have a houseful of people after Christmas
Eve Service and my wife always has as many varieties of foods as Dodd’s has
kidney pills. There are more memories
and family traditions. Every family has
their own way to celebrate the season and that is okay.
Interestingly,
when I ask my Grade Five students to write about their Christmas memories and
traditions, they cannot think of much to write and it is not because they do
not exist. What I am suggesting to all
parents and community members is to create memories with children and remind
the children of the memories. Talk about
them often. Be like my mother who
reminds me of every goofy thing I ever did.
Tell the same old stories. Your
kids will thank you some day and they will get a lump in their throat when they
remember people like the old guy in front of the lumber yard with a beard
selling Christmas trees and driving his old red truck home to the North Pole -
north of Nut Mountain.
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