During my senior year in high school I helped out during the school musical, The Fiddler on the Roof. I use the phrase ‘helped out’ lightly because I was mostly in it to hang out with my best friend and scope out the cute boys in the orchestra. My main duties were page turning, hitting the button to make the orchestra pit go up, and one shining, spectacular note I got to hit on the timpani drums.
(Despite these extremely lightweight duties, I did list all this activity on my college applications, under the label of ‘auxiliary percussionist.’ Please don’t judge my freaked out and panicking seventeen year old self.)
To this day I still have the entire Fiddler on the Roof memorized in my head. So whenever I hear or use the word ‘tradition’ my brain immediately starts singing, quite loudly, the song from the musical. “TradiTIOOOOOON! Tradition!”
This charming little backstory really has very little to do with the rest of the post. But occasionally I just feel the need to share random stories about my past.
Anywho, moving on.
As a family, we have a few fun fall traditions (“TradiTIOOOOOON! Tradition!”) Each year we try to go to the Fall Farm Festival in Brown County. They have farm activities, games, animals, all the ham and bean soup you can eat, and gorgeous gourds.
Also in October, my mother’s family has a huge reunion at McCormick’s Creek State Park. This is an event that’s been around so long that my mother went to it when she was young. As you can tell, it’s a pretty big tradition. (“TradiTIOOOOOON! Tradition!”)
The husband and I have spotty attendance at this reunion. The first year we went, our oldest child, Will, threw up all over our tent. These sort of things tend to haunt your memories and make you reluctant on trying again. A few years later my dad passed away, and it just didn’t seem right to go to the reunion without him.
This year we decided to go, and I’m glad we did. The weather was gorgeous, the food was delicious, the fall leaves were lovely. Best of all, nobody threw up. It was a complete win.
That’s what we do in autumn. Gentle reader, what are some of your fall traditions? (“TradiTIOOOOOON! Tradition!”)