Show and Tell
One of the things that was common in my community at least during Christmas, was show and tell. This was more for adults than your elementary school show and tell though. But I remember we used to always visit Aunts and Uncles, Cousins, and sometimes just others in the community during the week or two after Christmas.
We’d have a cup of tea (ew) or coffee, or purity syrup some cherry cake, or fruit cake (again ew) or my personal favorite, gum drop cake! Often there was shortbread with a cherry on top (the dried candied cherries used for baking).
But the highlight of these visits was the show and tell. At some point the host would get down under the tree, and pull out all the gifts, tell what it was, and who it was from. Often the same thing was done with all the Christmas cards. In a a way it was showing off I guess, but it didn’t seem so then, it seemed natural to do.
Probably an odd tradition, but something I miss now, heading to Aunt May’s, Aunt Mary’s, Uncle Hay’s and Ralph’s for the show and tell. RIP all of them, Merry Christmas to you all, and hope your traditions bring back fond memories as mine do.
PS: Dad still had that chest of drawers for nails and washers and things when we moved away from Newfoundland in 1996 I believe. It lasted a while!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Show and Tell
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