Yesterday when I dropped by Mom's to pick up some Christmas stuff, it was decided it would be nice to have a few people over house for New Year's Day. (By virtue of being a people I got invited as well.) So Aunt J and Uncle J (Mom's brother and his wife from 90 miles up the road), Ruth, Marlene, my MIL and Mom were all present at the appointed hour. Of course there was food galore. Just when you thought it was safe to come out from behind the leftovers, here was a whole new feast. (It seems like seasonal denial the way good food keeps appearing in front of my face even as the holidays pass. I think it is a plot by the universe to make sure that I continue to overeat. The universe is a malevolent place!)
The afternoon following the meal was originally planned for Mexican Train, but the conversation got going and we never got around to playing cards. It was a worthy trade off. Just sitting around with family and acquaintances, carrying on good conversation for hours on a variety of topics with no background blare of TV is so rare. It is one of those lost pleasures of Sunday afternoons that I remember from my childhood. That is precisely what we did for hours and hours.
The breadth of topics and viewpoints that can come up in diverse group like today's is interesting. I was the proverbial spring chicken of the group. Everyone else was between 65 and 95 years of age. There were rabid democrats and colorful republicans and political agnostics. There were conservatives and liberals. I enjoy the give and take and respect of others viewpoints. (Actually, it could just be that we are all going deaf and ...)
I also enjoy it because it is a chance to hear stories from the childhood of Mom and her family as well as stories that go back to the times and conditions even before her birth. I also heard some stories from Uncle J about my great grandfather that I hadn't heard before. I knew my great grandfather only as a figure from early grade school since he died about the time I was in third grade. But Uncle J had a relationship with great grandpa that had elements in common with the relationship I had with my grandfather. It is interesting to see how there is that family continuity through the years. Many of those grandfather/grandson relationships will be very different current generations because of the later ages at which families have kids. It will be interesting to see what develops to replace them.
Well, time to sign off and prepare for the oddness of "one-day week" Friday.