As we approach the holiday season, I’ve been thinking a lot about traditions.  We all have them– be they our own personal rituals or those we share with others.  Traditions are touchstones for many of us, and I’m no exception.  It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, my mom’s pumpkin praline cheesecake, and a Home Alone screening to top it all off. Funny side note: the cheesecake in question was from an old Bon Appetit magazine from the 1990’s.  Flash forward to 2010.  My mom’s house flooded when she moved and the magazine was destroyed.  We searched everywhere for this recipe online, but it was nowhere to be found.  What was a girl to do?  Well, this girl went to the Boston Public Library and searched every 1990’s Thanksgiving version of the Bon Appetit magazine until she found it.  I really am not crazy– it’s that good.

Anyway, I digress.  When I thought about why it is that traditions mean so much, even if they are small and seemingly silly, I realized something remarkably simple:  Traditions are mired in memories and history. They make us feel connected.  They make us feel as though we are a part of something.  Thanksgiving is particularly poignant for me because it is a holiday where I have very vivid memories of my dad.

Thanksgiving Traditions

When we fall into new traditions, it is usually because we want to hold onto the feelings or memories associated with them.  Nostalgia is powerful.  This year, Thanksgiving holds just a bit more meaning to me because of my involvement with WeGush.  I plan to send several gushes throughout the day.  A new tradition, perhaps?  I’d love to hear about your traditions– old and new!