…and a Happy New Year!

Our family always held a big reunion every New Year’s Day. It was a pot-luck affair and our many extended relatives brought all the favorite family recipes. Some of them were a bit too sophisticated for the oh-so-sensitive stomach of my younger self, to tell you the truth. It took me a long time to develop a taste for spiced, boiled pork, for instance. (Otherwise known as cretons or corton.)

The family heads out to the reunion

"Daddy, I don't feel good..."

"Aww... what's the matter, Nicki? Are you getting carsick?"

"Just think about the yummy food that will be at the party!"

"Mince meat pies... corton..." "Stop..."

"...shrimp dip..."


"EW! EW! She puked! Ugh, uht... uhht! HORK!"

"Well, this is an auspicious start to the new year..."

29 thoughts on “…and a Happy New Year!

  1. Brilliant!! Loved it! We had very many a trip like this one, though it was always my older sister who couldn’t take any car, boat, plane, train trip without getting sick! hehehehe … (there are four girls in my family!) Happy New Year!

  2. What a sense of humor! Just plain enjoyable. You must have so much fun putting these scenes together. Do you sometimes tell stories about your life? I have a hunch you are a pretty good story teller. Thanks for the laughs and candid thoughts about life. Have a fantastic New Year.

  3. Oh I love it. Oh it hurts my stomach but I love it. The hats, the bumper sticker…you’ve outdone yourself this time. I wish I could steal your talent and steal my husband’s childhood story and do one of my own about the time he barfed into a Dairy Queen dilly bar freezer case. Together we could rule the universe.

  4. There are so many details I love about your scenes. I find myself looking at them over and over. I had to make models in school, and sometimes things like a bas relief. So I can appreciate the time it takes to to cut out tiny little bits just for a moment’s notice, if anyone noticed at all. Rest assured, I’m noticing.

  5. I was always the kid who got carsick. Once I got carsick on a five mile drive – I don’t think I’ve ever seen my mom so frustrated as that time.

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