A GRAND OVERNIGHT ISLAND GETAWAY
Some traditions are not meant to be carried on forever. If, perhaps, they bring you more sadness than joy, you should consider leaving them behind. Maybe, though, you could change them up a bit, and make something new out of the old, something happy out of the sad; something that brings you joy where it once made you blue.
Before Suzanne moved to my small city, she was nearly equidistant between here and Grand Island ,Nebraska. Mom and Dad lived in the same small town she did; Gail lived about 2 ½ hours west of them where she still lives.
Shopping trips were split nearly evenly between the two; sometimes Suzanne and Mom would travel here, sometimes they would head north. As I write this, I realize that maybe they went north more than they headed south toward me. Perhaps Grand Island held more shopping charm than my small city, and I understand why. I went along sometimes too. When I could swing it, I would make the trip to their small town, and then we would drive further north from there. Once or twice perhaps, Gail was able to make the even longer trip and join us too. Most of the time, however, it was Suzanne and Mom who took this little trip. After Mom and Dad died, it was too painful for a long time for Suzanne to return, so I didn’t go either.
We liked to take Mom here as a birthday trip. Our last trip together was for her 71st birthday in January, just six weeks before they died in March.
If you are a Kansas native like we are, or perhaps from another Midwestern state, you already get it. If not, perhaps we need to paint you a picture, an image that will prove to you that Midwest farmer’s daughters know how to create an adventure in what may appear to be land that lacks virtue, plains that may not look so great. There is a reason why we are called the ‘plains,’ but there are many reasons why we are also called “The Great Plains.”
Kansas sunrises and sunsets are unquestionably several of our greatest virtues.
Suzanne and I took a little trip north Saturday, a trip to commemorate all those trips we used to take with Mom. Gail already had five or six plates scheduled to be spinning in the air for Saturday, so we had to soldier on without her. Suzanne and I went last year to go Christmas shopping, deciding to revive an old tradition. It was time to leave the pain behind, and make new memories.
So we did.
I was inside shopping during the Nebraska sunset Saturday night, but I’m sure it had the potential to rival those in Kansas.
I’ll bet the Nebraska sunrise was beautiful, too, but I after all the fun we had last night, I didn’t get up early enough to see it.
I did get a few shots of the scenery on the way there.
And just in case you are thinking this Midwest beauty is not so beautiful after all, take a look at the fortune inside my cookie after our Chinese buffet dinner:
It’s all in how you look at it. The beauty is always there if you choose to see it.
Last year at this time, Suzanne was preparing to move to my small city. She thought, perhaps, she may never come back here again since she was moving further south.
She was wrong.
Because the route on the way here last year and the way home went through her small town, we also drove by the sign that leads you to the geographic center of the United States. After all those trips driving past it, we decided it was time to actually stop.
I’m so glad we did, because we didn’t take that route this year.
We have a long tradition of making a grand entrance into Nebraska. Sometimes it’s just a honk and wave, sometimes it’s a stop. One year, we actually came to a complete stop on the highway at the state line–after checking to make sure there was no traffic behind us of course, squealing out and perhaps laying a little rubber as we honked.
This year, we pulled over.
After a full day of shopping–apparently we were really, really good this year, because Santa got us each a few goodies too–we enjoyed dinner. Our dessert tasted exactly like one Mom used to make, so that made it taste even better.
Then, we checked into our room. This picture of an old tractor almost identical to one our dad had and treasured greeted us at our door.
That made our hotel room even more perfect.
And, after fully checking them out, we decided–in our very own Goldilocks style, that our beds were just right.
We tested the beds last year too, and decided we would make it a new tradition.
The holiday season is upon us. Traditions abound; we know the drills and we carry them out, mostly without thinking much about it. For better or worse, our holiday memories are rooted largely in these traditions.
Traditions anchor us, give us stability and bring back good memories.
Except when they don’t.
Sometimes, traditions have lived beyond their natural lives. Sometimes, they no longer serve us with tidings of comfort and joy. Sometimes, it’s time to think about leaving them behind; changing them up.
Sometimes, like rules, traditions can be bent or even broken without anyone suffering. Sometimes, it won’t hurt a soul to change these traditions, just like it doesn’t hurt to bend the rules. Sometimes, there is more fun to be had when things are changed up.
Sometimes, however, traditions serve as a lifeboat for some people, but not for others involved in the same traditions. Referring once again to the 70’s song, I will reiterate a point that is so often unrecognized: “There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy, there’s only you and me and we just disagree.” We all see things differently.
However, if you are the one who wants to rock the boat, just be aware that you may also be the one treading water in the end.
I consider myself a mover and somewhat of a shaker; I don’t hesitate to challenge the status quo if I think there is a better way. Which is why I saved this page from one of my daily calendars the other day:
Don’t hesitate to consider that there may indeed be another way; perhaps a better way.
Sometimes, out of necessity, traditions must be changed. The first Christmas after Mom and Dad died, my siblings and I were faced with a decision. Our tradition had been to spend a day at Mom and Dad’s house with them, with all of our families. Now they were gone, and their house was gone. We had to make changes. Now, it was even more important now for us to remain close as siblings, and spending a day together around Christmas was a priority for us.
My house was geographically in the middle for most of us. We had the location, the space and the desire, so my house it was. For the last nine years, we have met with our families for a day of family, festiveness, food and fun. This year, however, we are changing it up.
Our younger brother and his wife will be the new hosts. On December 23rd, we will meet at their house near our family farm and it will be wonderful. His birthday is Christmas Eve, and one tradition we will continue to observe–no matter where we meet–will be to observe his birthday. Mom always made sure to observe it, so we will carry that on.
My holiday wish for you is to find peace and joy, no matter where or how. If your old traditions bring you that, keep them going. If they bring you more sadness than joy, consider changing them. Start by simply considering it. There may be a better way.
And next time you find yourself in a hotel room, don’t hesitate to test the beds like we did. The rules were broken, no one was hurt, no harm was done and a new, fun and wonderful tradition was begun.
3 thoughts on “A GRAND OVERNIGHT ISLAND GETAWAY”
I just love reading your blogs every week. That picture of you two jumping on the beds brings back memories of when we did that when we were young. It was always so much fun but then someone would hear us downstairs and make us stop!! Our family too has changed some traditions and some we keep going. I agree sometimes making new traditions are fun too. Wishing you and your family all the best this holiday season.
Enjoyed your post. I like the idea of re-evaluating traditions. This is a new idea I am trying to spread this holiday season. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hidlnk1NC10&t=2s If you like it, please share it. Thanks, Rita
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Thank you so much for your comment, and I am so sorry my response is late. I read your post right away, and was carried away by the idea!