Happy Weekend

What are you doing this Labor Day weekend my fine people? Everyone in Portland seems to be very excited about the three day weekend. I am going out to Hood River with these two handsome men and preparing for my Dutch adventure.

Enjoy the sun.

Bunnies and Jesus

 

What did you do for Easter? If you live in Oregon I hope you were outside because it was one of our only glimpses into sunny spring so far. Do you have any Easter traditions? I would love to start some Easter traditions but it seems a bit easier when you have kids to entertain with eggs and baskets. Someday I will get real creative with Easter egg hunts, believe me.  

For now, no glorified egg extravaganzas and instead I soaked up some sun at the cafe in the park with Lucy and drew a little bit before I went to teacher training. It was a nice and peaceful day.

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Merry Christmas!

 

Home for Christmas! Enjoy the holidays my friends and if you are in the Hood today or tomorrow, message me so we can go sledding, drink coffee, stare at each other, look at cute puppy pictures, talk about things we really like, eat at the taqueria, have a snowball fight, or have a holiday cocktail.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving! This is absolutely one of my favorite holidays because I get to go home to Squaw and spend time with my family. It's even better now that I have awesome baby cousins to play with. My family's annual Thanksgiving whip cream fight will certainly be happening tonight. What traditions does your family have?

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Do you know about Wishbones?

We all know the story of Thanksgiving (I hope) but how about the history of the wishbone? 

Supposedly the wishbone custom began with the Etruscans who believed that both the hen and the cock were "soothsayers" (fortune tellers). The hen because her squawk foretold the laying of an egg; the cock because his crow heralded the dawn of a new day. 

The bird's collarbone was laid in the sun to dry when a sacred bird was killed. An Etruscan wishing to benefit from the powers of the oracle would pick up the bone and stroke (not break) it while making a wish; hence the name "wishbone." 

It was the Romans who brought the wishbone superstition North to England. Somewhere in there the breaking of the dried clavicle of a chicken became the thing to do, and became an established tradition by the time the Pilgrims reached the New World. 

Wild turkeys populated the northeastern shores of America and have clavicles similar to those of chickens, so the Pilgrims adapted the wishbone custom to the turkey, making it part of Thanksgiving festivities. Thus, making an ancient Etruscan superstition a part of an American celebration.