Family Activities

Traditional Tidbit: Count Your Buttons Day

“Okay, class, listen up. Tomorrow is ‘Count Your Buttons Day!’ Hooray!”

I think my teacher was expecting a little bit more enthusiasm from us than she got, because no one cheered. Because no one knew what “Count Your Buttons Day” was.

“Ms. Fitzminer, what in the world is ‘Count Your Buttons Day’?”

Oscar, the class genius said, “Well, Blair, it seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it? What else would you do on ‘Count Your Buttons Day’ besides count your buttons?”

The class laughed.

Ms. Fitzminer, sensing that Oscar’s response would ignite Blair’s hot temper, stepped in to explain a little further.

“Class, just like what Oscar said, but expressed in a more polite manner, ‘Count Your Buttons Day’ is a day where we all get to count our buttons!”

Still no enthusiasm.

“But, in our class, we are going to make it even more fun than simply counting buttons.”

Even more fun? What if the idea of counting buttons wasn’t fun in the first place?

“We’re going to have a competition!”

The class shuffled in their seats to pay a little bit more attention. We didn’t give her all of our attention; she hadn’t earned that yet. But the word “competition” usually brings along with it the word “prize,” so we thought it might be worth some of our time.

“Tomorrow we are having a button counting competition. I will place you into teams of four. The goal of the game is to be the team that is wearing the highest number of buttons on their clothing. Whoever wins gets a prize.”

We all sat up straight and fixed our eyes on Ms. Fitzminer.

“What kind of prize, Ms. Fitzminer?” Blair asked.

“You won’t know until you win, but I promise it’s a good one.”

We all went home, and even though I could never know for certain, I’m sure that my classmates were tearing through their drawers, just like I was, in search for their most buttony clothes.

The next morning we all piled into the classroom at eight. Ms. Fitzminer was waiting there for us. She had drawn a table on the board that would track the number of buttons each team had.

“Now remember, class. You can only count the buttons you are wearing. You have two minutes to count. Ready, set, go!”

I had nine on my shirt, six on my pants, ten on my hat, and even two on my shoes. Dale had eleven on his jacket, four on his shirt, and five on his pants. Lucy didn’t like competition so she didn’t wear any buttons.

“Thanks, Lucy,” I said. “If we win, you’re not getting any of whatever the prize is.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. Whatever.

Jimmy had a total of twenty-one buttons, and Earl had fourteen. Altogether we had seventy-two buttons.

“Not bad!” I said to the others.

“Class! Class! The two minutes is up! Starting out with team one, shout out your numbers, please.”

“Sixty-eight!”

“Seventy!”

“Twenty-four!”

“Forty-nine!”

“Seventy-two!”

What? How was that possible? Team five had the same exact number as us!

“And team six?” Ms. Fitzminer asked.

“We have seventy-two as well.”

We were the last team to go.

“Hmmm. A tie. It seems like you two teams will have to share the prize!”

Lucy smirked at me.

“But no matter! ‘Count Your Buttons Day’ is more about fun than winning anyways.”

“So what is our prize?” I asked.

Ms. Fitzminer giggled with excitement. She could hardly contain herself — I thought she would explode.

“ONE GIANT BUTTON!” she yelled out in exuberance.

The button was bigger than my head. I looked around at my teammates. None of them wanted it. And I didn’t want to carry that thing home. It must have weighed ten pounds, easy. I looked over at team five — they had the same look on their faces. No one wanted that giant button.

I got a devious idea in my head.

“Ms. Fitzminer! We all think Lucy should get the button! See, poor Lucy doesn’t have any buttons!”

“Oh! That is a wonderful idea. You are all so kind.”

I smiled at Lucy as the bell rang and she took off down the hallway, lugging the giant button behind her.

 

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Family Activities

Traditional Tidbits: Old Farmer’s Day

Farming existed in my family for generations. The same land I live on now was cultivated by my forefathers for hundreds of years. They all shaped the way the landscape looks now.

I often think about the image of those early farmers: bent over from the long hours of hard labor, wiping the sweat dripping from their brows as they completed another day of work in their fields. Those fields provided food. Those fields provided purpose. Those fields provided life.

And now I, just like them, look over the vast expanse in front of me, rejoicing at the end of my harvest. And, just like them, I, at the end of my labors, call my work good.

October 12 is Old Farmer’s Day. This is a day to celebrate and recognize the contributions that American farmers have made, still make, and will continue to make in the shaping of this country. Celebrate by eating local or thanking a farmer for the work he or she does.

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Family Activities

Traditional Tidbits: Leif Erikson Day

“Leif! Leif!” Will you stop creating tidal waves in the kitchen sink long enough to actually wash the dishes?”

“But mom! Don’t you get it? The sponge is my twelfth great grandfather’s, Leif Erikson’s, ship! And I’m trying to see just how unsinkable it really was.”

Mom walked over to me, put her hand on my shoulder and said, “When you’re old enough to grow a beard like your twelfth great-grandfather’s, then you can take a real ship out on to the ocean and test how unsinkable that is. But for now, just wash the dishes.”

It was customary in our family that when a young boy began to grow facial hair he could then take the family boat out on the water for a sailing trip. I guess it was a tradition started because of our ancestry.

“And mom, just how long do you think it will take for that to happen?”

She laughed and answered, “Oh, another five years or so.”

I looked at the sponge and sighed, knowing that for five years the only thing I was captain of was a sink full of dirty water and nasty dishes.

 

October 9 is Leif Erikson Day! Celebrate today by learning about his discovery of America, reading about viking history, or exploring something new and mysterious.

 

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Events, New Products

Come see our traditions-in-a-box at The Small Shop Roundup. It’ll be fun.

You are invited! Saturday, September 20th  It’s going to be a party!

Come see our traditions-in-a-box this Saturday at The Small Shop Roundup.

There will be lots of new vendors (and some returning) plus some yummy

food trucks that are all coming just for you!

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Come take a look at us!
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 Here is a list of the talented vendors that will be participating:

Blickenstaff’s Traditions

dreamcatcherbaby

loulouandcoshop

letsplayground

light_and_ink

anniekblake

lauragzundelart

tatertotshoppe

camilialund

hellomaypole

ellouiseandco

ellienewellart

paigecanderson

hellosparrow

madebyjewls

flordeluzshop

the_paytons

brunosapparel

pearlandjane

belleandwhistle

theposhplum

ambercdickson

signonthex

bootsbybecca

oatsandivy

agoldengarden

youdolldesign

dillandlaur

kensiekate

thebeeskneesshoppe

olliescubby

asdarlingdoes

flyawaybands

craftystash

greenstitches

voulezjewelry

mylittlefancies

madebymarywithlove

ivoryk

landofsalt

shopavenlie

statelytype

wildplumco

colorpopco

lightglassandtrend

nicole_hum_stitchery

elmavenueshop

Little Sweet Shoppe

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Family Activities

Traditions Tidbits: Johnny Appleseed Day

Johnny Appleseed plucked the brightest, biggest, and reddest apple he could find. It was beautiful the way that it felt in his hand. That apple came from the first tree that Johnny Appleseed planted thirty years earlier. He examined the apple, measured the apple, smelled the apple. He found it flawless. And then he smashed it and turned it into applesauce.

At least that’s what my teacher said as we all made applesauce in our third grade class. The warm smell of cinnamon filled the air, and as we stuffed our faces and colored our Johnny Appleseed pictures, I felt a little bit like I had been transported back to a simpler time — a time when the promises held in an apple seed and a Fall harvest could bring the purest joys in someone’s life.

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September 26 is Johnny Appleseed Day. With your family, take the time to celebrate by making applesauce, coloring a Johnny Appleseed picture, or pondering the simple pleasure that comes with an apple.

 

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Traditions Tidbits: Collect Rocks Day

“Wow, Brian! Look at this rock!”

I squinted at the ground as Jessica picked up a tiny stone the size of the nail on her index finger.

“It’s perfectly heart-shaped! Isn’t it so cute?”

I couldn’t see what she saw, but I trusted her judgement and agreed with her.

“Do you think you could put it in your backpack, please? I’ve been thinking about starting a collection of something…”

“So you want to collect rocks?”

“Not just any kind of rocks! Heart-shaped rocks. I’ll call it my ‘Heart Rock Collection.’ Anyways, can you carry this for me?”

“Sure. It hardly weighs anything, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

I tucked the rock into a pocket on my backpack and we started again up the trail.

“So why a heart-rock collection? Why not a stamp collection or a bottle cap collection?”

“Because, Brian, hearts are a symbol for love. What’s more romantic than a collection of heart-rocks on display in our home?”

Jessica and I were married three months ago.

“Well, I guess you don’t know this, but nothing says ‘I love you’ like a good pile of vintage stamps.”

She knew I was kidding, but she scowled at me anyways.

“You’ll see. When I have two hundred heart-rocks in a beautiful glass bowl, the love in our home will be tenfold. Ooh! Brian! Look! Another one!”

I looked down as a heart-rock the size of her palm found its way into her hand.

“Oh, it’s beautiful. I can feel the love growing already. Brian, do you think you could carry this one as well? It’s not too big, and, well, you’re so strong anyways.”

I weighed 135 pounds and hadn’t worked out in four years. But I was determined to prove my manliness, so I packed it in with the other one.

“Now, darling, we’ve got an eight hour hike ahead of us. Let’s be careful with how many rocks are put into my backpack.”

“Got it.”

When we arrived home that evening, I dumped out seventeen heart-rocks of all different sizes. I didn’t weigh them, but if I did, I’m sure they would have amounted to somewhere around thirty pounds.

Jessica ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass bowl. She smiled as she took the rocks off the floor, washed them in the sink, and placed them in the bowl she put over the mantel. And as I watched her in her work, my own heart grew a little.

Once she had sat on the couch, her rocks arranged in a neat pile, she looked at me, grinned, and said, “Only 183 more to go!”

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September 16 is Collect Rocks Day. Whether you are a heart-rock hunter or a shiny-rock searcher, start a rock collection and find how having a collection can provide a unique element of happiness in a home.

 

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