Nov. 25, 2011 7:45 pm
Updated: Nov. 27, 2011 2:10 pm
On Thanksgiving day... the final order of business is ...Our family tradition... Hanging of the "huge" wreath at Oma's house!
Every year comes with a comedy of ... we'll just call it Trippness... this year didn't let us down a bit.
In earnest... there is one person in the attic... pulling up the wreath and one on the ground ...controlling the path of its' destination.
Then you have all of us other family members whom have had the privilege of perfoming this time honored tradition in the past...standing by, giving well meaning advice!
One year we had our beloved Jason... in the attic.... Uncle Jim on the ground ( yep that's my Jim)... and One of the new comers to the family heard something coming from the top o' the house and asked... " who is that" Jason responded in a booming voice...
"THIS IS GOD!" Ok... we found this hilarious.....sometimes, you just gotta be there!
The very next year... my sweet Aunt Margaret..., imagine the accent of Scarlet O'hara... now imagine that huge wreath nestled at its' intended resting place for the holiday season... and her response... "How'd they get that huge wreath through those tiny little
louvers? Again We find that funny stuff... I guess you gotta know Aunt Margaret!
Yep... It's so true!
I'm posting pics here to support the proof.
Chuck and Chase... our chosen hangers of the wreath.
OK looking good...
oh my... not looking too good...
anticipating re- rising
Fixing of the fall
a little worse for wear... but Hung none the less!