Whether you are a fifth generation American, or have recently made America your new home, you probably observe customs and traditions passed down to you through the generations. This past weekend I volunteered at the annual St. Nicolas Bazaar to raise funds for the parish. The authenticity of the event was so remarkable that attendees were feeling as though they were in different country. I not only felt like I was back at home in Russia, but in a different century altogether. As the sound of the accordion filled the square, the smell of piroshki drifted out of the kitchen, and laughing children ran around in Russian headdresses and gowns, traditions came alive.
What traditions have been passed down to you that bring back warm memories and happy conversation?