MARY LORRAINE DANROTH
i have a simple wish...I would love to be able to talk to someone in my birth family about family traditions. I would love to know what recipes were handed down from each generation.
It seems like a simple wish but it's also an impossible wish to obtain...
It’s crazy how so many little tid bits from my childhood makes way more sense than anyone could’ve ever imagined. These little bits of heaven are something I discovered while shopping at Woodward’s in Penticton. It’s not something my adoptive parents would ever think to buy but I begged to have them for Christmas.
Now it all makes sense.
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My favourite friend was raised Scandinavian. Her mother was a pilot and her Stepfather was an ophthalmologist. My favourite time to visit was Christmas and I always wished that I had the kind of traditions they lived.
Now that i know more about my heritage it means the world to me. My husband has always known that his Grandfather was born in England and his Grandmother was born in Norway. Every year he would make Norwegian Christmas bread. The kids and I loved it. I had never heard of it before but i knew it was special for him. I always wanted that kind of bond to a tradition.