TRADITION! Dutch Christmas

DUTCH CHRISTMAS 2013

One of our favorite Tate-family traditions is the celebration of Dutch Christmas.  This tradition started because of Dad's mission to Holland.  The Dutch celebrate Christmas on December 5th.  So our celebration is typically held on the first Saturday of December.  It is a great way to start the Christmas Season.  With good food, family and friends, the singing of Sinter Klaas Kapoentje, the unwrapping of the multi-layered Dutch gift with personalized poems for each child, and a visit from Sinter Klaas, it never disappoints.

This year (2013), our Dutch Christmas celebration was especially fun with the delivery of authentic Dutch Wooden Shoes for each little girl and boy from Sinter Klaas!

Mom and Dad (aka Sinter Klaas)

 

Mom starting the Dutch Gift

 

 

The kids waiting "patiently" for their turn to read their

poem and remove one wrapping of the gift.

 

Matteo had to wait a long time for his turn,
but he was the lucky one who got to
remove the last wrapping and
share the yummy treats with everyone.

 

 This year, Sinter Klaas' bag only contained a small package
and a note that said the gifts he had brought for the kids
were too big to fit in the bag.  Just then, a big box
appeared with a gift bag for each child. 

 

Here is the result:

 

 

 

The kids LOVED their wooden shoes
and walked (stomped)  around on the wood floor in delight!
 Trust me, the noise was deafening!

We always miss those who aren't with this during this celebration.
 But Amy and Janet carry out the tradition with their
families and friends in Boise and Baltimore. 
It is a favorite for one and all!

 

This year's Dutch Christmas celebration was one to remember!

Thanks Mom and Dad!

 

 

A SPECIAL GIFT ALL THE WAY FROM CHINA

GRANDMA DIANNE

I was the baby of my family, and had four older (much older) brothers, and two older sisters. Gene was second oldest in the family and had joined the Navy when he was about 19 (about the time I was born). He was this person that we heard about, but seldom saw and hardly knew. However, in his world travels as a Navy man, our family was the recipient of special gifts from exotic places in the world.

That is how I came to own a pair of white silk pajamas from China. I must have received them when I was about 7 years old, because when I turned 8 and was going to be baptized, it was decided that I would wear them to be baptized in. I really don’t remember wearing them any other time, and after the baptism, my mother put them away and they eventually ended up in my cedar chest, (again, a gift from my brother Gene).

I knew they were there, but really never gave them another thought. They would have been perfect for my own girls to be baptized in. It never occurred to me when my older granddaughters were being baptized either. But when it was time for Kelsey to be baptized, I remembered those pajamas, brought them out, did a little mending and asked Krista if she would be interested in Kelsey being baptized in them. She was and I was so pleased to see Kelsey wearing those special pajamas when she was baptized. Coray mentioned to everyone that Kelsey was wearing the same outfit that her Grandma had worn many years ago.

Next, it was Anna’s turn to be baptized. It was sort of a given that she would also wear the Chinese pajamas. She looked so cute in them, and the bishop made a special note to those in attendance at her baptism, that Anna was wearing the same outfit that her Grandmother had worn almost 70 years ago. Again, it made me very happy to see this happening.

Next, when it was Paige’s turn to be baptized, she visited in the summer and announced that she did not want to be baptized in those pajamas. She had heard from someone that they had palm trees on them and that did not sound like a good thing to her. We assured her that she did not have to wear them, but just take a look and then decide. When she saw that they were plain white, and the palm trees did not stand out, she decided that she too would wear them to be baptized in. I was so happy she made that decision. She looked darling in them, just as Kelsey and Anna had.

The next year, Sarah was 8 and ready to be baptized. I took the pajamas with me to Baltimore and just assumed that Sarah would wear them as she was baptized. The bishop, not the same as when Anna was baptized, made special mention that Sarah was wearing the same outfit that her Grandma had worn 70 years ago when she was baptized. It made me very happy to witness again one of my granddaughters wearing those special Chinese pajamas that I received as a gift from my older brother, Gene, so many years ago.

                                              

Halloween Memories

by Kim Brannon

Halloween 1974 - Amy, Janet and Kim

I have fond memories of Halloween!  I remember fun times at school and then getting home, eating and going out trick or treating!  I do remember being frustrated more than once because I had to cover up my totally cool costume with a coat!  But more, I remember going out with Janet, Amy and your pseudo sister, Gaylynne Flandro, on a mission to get as much candy as possible!  Dad would always go with us.

Then, we would get home and sort all our candy.  We always made a few trades.  I also remember that my candy was always gone long before Amy and Janets.  I am sure I snuck into their stash at least a couple of times after mine was gone.

I am not sure exactly what year it was, but I do remember going trick or treating without Janet since she was home with a broken leg.  Amy and I took a bag for her and ensured she still got her stash!

Hawaii 1978 proved a memorable Halloween.  It was raining so hard on Halloween, they officially postponed it for 2-3 days.  But a lot of the kids new how to work that and went trick or treating each day!  We weren't allowed to go until it was official to celebrate after the rain stopped, but I do remember trick or treaters coming for like 3 days!

I have a journal that I had to write in during 2nd grade in Hawaii.  Here is my Halloween entry (sic):

I am going to be a gypsy.  

I am going to put on make-up.

I am going to put on jewelry.

I am going to where a pink mask.

And an entry on Halloween Safety (sic):

Halloween Safety

Check your candy before you eat it.

Be careful of what you where.

I glad that my daddy gose with me.

I feel safer to.

And see where I go.

Sitting With Grandma

By Lauren Hales

Having Grandma need surgery last week was not something that I was comfortable with. I am fully aware of the complications that can arise in "routine" surgery.  To say I was nervous is a very big understatement.

I am so thankful that Drew was willing to take over bedtime so that after dinner I could go and sit with Grandma a couple of nights this week. We talked about everything and nothing. We watched Dancing With The Stars, Castle,  and Agatha Christie. We just were.

That's why Grandma is so wonderful. You can just "be" with her. She loves us all so completely that you don't ever have to try to be something your not, or try to hide anything. You can just be. You can sit in the teeniest hospital room, in your cozies, with no make up on, and just be. You can express your fears and be calmed or your joys and be supported. You can just be.

I am so grateful that everything went as well as can be expected with her procedure. I am thankful for how strong and healthy she is. Grandma takes very good care of herself and Grandpa. That inspires me to take care of myself. I want my great grandchildren to know and love me, as much as hers do.

Thanks for letting me come sit with you Grandma. Thanks for always being the one person I can just be with. I love you so much.

Nene Pooh

by Kim Brannon

Nene Pooh, that is what I always remember Dad calling Stephanie.  And with her birthday being a couple days ago and today being the anniversary of her passing, she has definitely been on my mind a lot lately.  I can't believe she has been gone for 7 years.  There have definitely been times that her being gone leaves a huge void, like when I called everyone to tell them I was pregnant, when I had my kids, Jamie's wedding, when Brooke had McKenna, when Jamie had Steven and Noah, Dutch Christmas, and any family gathering. Mckenna and Gabbie have become such great friends and I know Steph would have loved watching them play.  I  sure miss her!

These are the last pictures of us all together.  They are priceless to me!  I am so grateful for my family and all the crazy, fun, trying times we have had.  

I did a post on my blog on her birthday back in 2008 and thought I would copy to this blog.  

Today would have been my sister Steph's 53'rd Birthday.

I have been thinking about her so much and wanted to share some thoughts and memories in celebration of her life!

Steph loved her family!

They were her top priority and she would have done anything in the world for them. I know that she watches over them and is proud of who they are!

Steph and her family cared so sweetly for little Briana during her short life here on earth. I remember when they found the tumors in Steph's brain, and we knew she wouldn't have too much longer with us, thinking that Briana must need her on the other side. I have no doubt that she is taking great care of Briana now and spending some incredible time with her.

Steph loved her "little Parkerman", and was so excited to be a Grandma. He brought her so much joy and happiness. Oh, how she would have loved to have watched him and Makenna grow up!

Steph was the oldest of the 7 kids. What an example she set for all of us. I miss having here for the big events and the small ones. She was always there, quietly in the background of the chaos that always exists from having so many people in one place.

Steph and my mom had a special bond. She was a lot like my mom in that they both have a great faith, a quiet strength, and an unwavering testimony of what they believed in. Coray always says that Steph is more like our mom than any of us. I can think of no greater compliment. I remember the day of Steph's retirement party, she was not feeling real great and had been running around all day. My mom and I were waiting for her and getting worried as we knew were going to be late. She finally showed up from doing her visiting teaching. She said that the woman she was visiting was having a hard time and she needed to be there with her. I was amazed that even though she was the one who was facing such a huge challenge, she still cared so deeply for those around her.

Some of my greatest memories of Steph are from our Annual Girls Weekend Out! We always had so much fun. It was always a treat to see her loosen up with no cares or worries and just be able to play with her sisters. We have had some crazy times on these weekends! They are memories I will always cherish!

We had one final Girls Weekend with Steph. It wasn't really a weekend, but more an afternoon. We all gathered into her room and spent the afternoon, surrounding her as she lay in bed. We talked and laughed about the fun times! We learned fun facts about each other, like that Steph and Liz got up and left the table when my Mom told them she was pregnant with me. But mostly, we just enjoyed each other's company! Steph still had her quick wit and made us laugh!

Even considering the circumstances, we had to do a goofy picture! It just wouldn't be Girls Weekend without one!

After Steph died, I put a DVD together of her. One thing I learned about her through doing that DVD is that she LOVED this lobster t-shirt. I swear she had it for at least 8 years and wore it on every single vacation she took during that time. I have no less than 50+ pictures of her in this Boston Lobster t-shirt. It is silly, but every time I see it, I still laugh!

Steph had an incredible upbeat attitude and faced the challenges in her life with a positive outlook! When she started loosing her hair, she decided to just accept it and cut it off! Why she had Coray do it is still a mystery to me, but I must admit, he did a great job!

This is one of my favorite pics of Steph. It reminds me of how she was just always there, smiling, and enjoying the company of those she loved.

It will be two years on November 3rd since we lost her to cancer. I think of her often and miss her so much. The day that I called all my family to tell them that Kiley and I were expecting our baby, I felt a huge void in not being able to call my sister Steph. I know she would have been so excited for us! I miss her presence at our family functions. I miss her smile and how she would bite her tongue when she concentrated hard. I miss how she would just give me that look when I was doing or talking about something she didn't approve of. She never judged me, but I knew! I miss her unconditional love she had for me.

Summer Nights At The Scera Shell

By Lauren Hales

I remember helping Grandma pop all the popcorn and pack all the snacks. Grabbing our jackets and blankets and walking down to the Scera Shell. I don't remember many of the plays that we saw, but I remember being there and loving every second of it.

Spending nights at the Scera Shell watching plays or movies is one of the memories I cherish. The past two summers Crandall, and then both Crandall and Tate, got to experience the Scera Shell with Grandma Becky and Great Grandma Tate.

The summer of 2012 we saw The Wizard of Oz. To this day Crandall will tell you that is his favorite play. Every play we have seen since gets this review, "Well, it was good, but not as good as The Wizard of Oz."

The summer of 2013 we saw Tarzan, which I thought was adorable. Tate loved it too. Crandall liked it, but "it wasn't as good as The Wizard of Oz."

 I took the boys to pick a treat to share with everyone before we got to the play. Tate chose Reese's miniature's and Crandall chose black licorice. He had tasted a black licorice salt water taffy and was convinced he was going to love the real deal. Well he didn't (as I predicted). Luckily Grandma Tate was there and he could hand his treat over to her. I don't know why, but I always thought it was so strange how much Grandma liked black licorice.

These are just more of those moments that are priceless to me. When my children get to experience the things that I loved as a child, with the people that I created those memories with, my heart is so full. I am grateful that Grandma Tate was always willing to make special traditions with her grandchildren (Scera Shell, Lagoon, Seven Peaks, Christmas Eve, Dutch Christmas, Canyon Glen, Visiting BYU, Sunday Dinner, etc.) and I am even more grateful that my mom is carrying on that legacy with her grandchildren.

Saturday Skiing at Sundance

By Becky Ahlberg

Skiing at Sundance Ski Resort is a treasured memory I have of growing up as a Tate.  I will never forget Dad's first skis that he painted yellow and put baby food lids on for part of the bindings.  He was always making sacrifices so that his children could have this and many other wonderful opportunities.  I'm pretty sure that before dad became the director of the Wolfes Ski School, he taught night classes so that he and mom could buy our ski equipment.  After he became the director, he spent many hours and days working to make the ski school run smoothly and rarely got to enjoy a run down the hill.  Although, his ski equipment did improve over the years! 

Thanks, Dad, for making my ski memories some of the best of my life!

I remember in that first year of skiing, dad took us to a lot of different ski resorts: Park City, Snowbird, Alta, Solitude, Brighton, and Sundance.  I know that I didn't appreciate the chance to ski at all of these different resorts at the time, but I now know what a gift it was.  After all, it is the greatest snow on earth!

Pretty much all I could do that first year was snowplow.  I remember skiing at Snowbird just after a huge snowfall.  There I was, snowplowing down the hill, clearing a path through 2-3 feet of pristine Utah powder as I went down.  What a shame!  I also remember falling in that powder and getting stuck -  I seriously could not move! 

I'm not sure exactly when dad became the director of the Wolfes Ski School, but from there on out, Sundance Ski Resort became our home away from home on Saturdays during the winter months. 

My favorite skiing memories include:
*Riding in our good ole VW bug filled with people and ski gear up Provo Canyon each week
*Teaching for Wolfes Ski School
*Seeing "Charlie" (aka Grandpa Tate) at the base of the mountain with his ski hat sitting on his head just above his ears
*Many happy hours skiing with friends and cute boys (of course - I was a teenager for goodness sake)
*My K2 Cheeseburger skis that matched my orange ski jacket (A must, if you are skiing with cute boys.  I mean you've got to look good, right?)
*Cheese sandwiches, oranges, and mom's yummy raisin bread for lunch (everything always tasted so good on the mountain)
*Falling off the ski lift - really, it wasn't my fault!
*Seeing Robert Redford ("Bob") on occasion
*The delicious, thick bread and honey butter from the lodge
*Mom's heart and soul-warming chili for dinner when we got home

Honestly, I couldn't have asked for anything better!

We always tried to talk mom into going skiing with us.  But as I became a mother, myself, I realized she was no dummy.  She got an entire day to herself.  Being out in the cold all day long with all seven kids didn't even tempt her!

Thanks Mom and Dad for your love and sacrifice to give me and all of your kids this great opportunity that provided such rich experiences and a lifetime of wonderful memories!

Unfortunately, the only pictures we seem to have of our skiing days are Sundance Season Pass pictures. I would love if anyone else has any skiing pictures for them to share them with us all, because it was such huge and wonderful part of our lives.

An Amazing 80 Years!

By Becky Ahlberg

Mom is 80 years-old!  You'd never know it to look at her.  You'd never know it to have a conversation with her.  You'd never know it when you see her swinging her grandkids and great-grandkids.  You'd never know it when you see her walking all over New York on a girls' weekend.  She really is AMAZING!

She truly is the most beautiful, kind, and loving woman I know!  And I am blessed to call her my mother!  I love you, mom!  Happy 80th Birthday!

Quite a tribute to a wonderful mom, grandma, and great-grandma!  We all love you so very much!