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November 28, 2014



I certainly agree that we love relationships...in small doses. We cannot lose ourselves in the trees. Of course, our culture reflects Norman Rockwell families which are rarer than real.

barbara judge

I'm not a Freud fan. The question of relationships is interesting and many people have explored it. I sorta take the Zen approach -- if you get along, fine, if you don't, redirect your path away from it. Extricate yourself simply. -- barbara


Tabor: Perhaps the turkey symbolizes the traditional family, dead, stuffed and consumed?
Barbara: I have been known to completely drop people, usually because they have no self insight. But in general I like to hang in there and try to be as forgiving of others as I am of myself.


I will take a stab at your question. Was ice a luxury when you were a child? If it was, maybe that is why you like having ice readily available now.
My ex father in law was raised in a large and poor Irish family. Treats were doled out rarely and in small doses when they did get something. Now when he dishes out ice cream, he puts about half of a carton in each persons bowl.


Engineer: Very astute,Dr. Engineer!

Cop Car

Ice was definitely a luxury WIWAK! We cranked ice cream at my great-grandparents' house on 4th of July and, if we were lucky, on Labor Day. The freezer probably made 2 quarts, or perhaps a gallon, which was split among all who were in attendance. Nearly always, as I recall, we split among: my great-grandparents (2), my great-great grandmother, my grandparents (2), my aunts and uncles and their spouses and kids (8-12, depending upon the year), and our nuclear family (5). Sometimes, one or more (up to 5) of my mother's cousins - with spouses and kids.

In later years, when staying with my great-grandparents during the summer, I would be dispatched most evenings to the mom & pop grocery store a couple of blocks away to buy a quart of vanilla ice cream. The ice cream was Great-Grandmother's evening meal. Great-Grandpa had a glass of crumbled bread/biscuits/cornbread, salt & peppered, with milk over it for that meal. I truly don't recall what I ate - except for the short time during which the Concord grapes were ripe on their vines.


Cop Car: That all sounds bizarre to me. And I thought my family was unconventional!

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