Something To Think About:

Something To Think About:
Children are like wet cement, whatever falls on them makes an impression.

--Hiam Ginott

Saturday, January 9, 2010

THE CHRISTMAS PICKLE

We got a package from Scott, Hannah, and Aaron. Heather, before she passed away, had gathered a Christmas gift for us.
The Christmas of 2007 Heather introduced her family to the German tradition of hanging a pickle ornament. The previous fall while shopping with Fred's wife, Carol (her sister-in-law), in Utah for random Christmas decorations, Heather found the elusive pickle ornament to hang on the Christmas tree. It was a tradition they loved and one Heather was proud of.

In Heather's memory, Scott sent a jar and pickle for each of us.

We opened them up, while Duff read the letter.
It was a very touching moment.
We all had tears.

We love and miss you, Heather.
Your life and example are with us every day.

Legend of the Pickle Ornament

Long ago in Germany, the pickle legend began. The wheres and why are unknown but it is something now enjoyed by the entire family. The last ornament placed on the tree is done after the children are tucked in bed and is a small green pickle. It is hung with care and is hidden amongst the other ornaments tucked within the tree. The younger the child, the larger the pickle ornament that is hidden so that as the chld ages the pickle gets smaller making it more difficult to find.

Hunting for the pickle ornament slows down the sometimes-frantic rush to the tree and the enticing packages beneath. They will search through all their known ornaments and their eyes will pass over all the ornaments given them by parents and grandparents in their search for the lone pickle.

The lucky child to find the pickle ornament can get a special treat. Perhaps they can be first to open a present or get the place of honor at the Christmas table. Whatever you decided it will be a special time. Memories are made like anything else and the care you take with them gives them a lasting quality.

We'll always pause at Christmas and think of Heather now.

Thank You, Scott, Hannah, and Aaron for sending them to us.

2 comments:

cherise and Tristan said...

Ok, great. I was checking your blog before I went to bed and now I am crying. THat letter made me cry when I got mine too. Hannah hand delivered it to our house and was so excited to give it to us. She looked at me like I was crazy when I started sobbing.

Kris said...

Cyndi, What a nice tradition. Your blog is great!