Traditions. They're everywhere, aren't they? Our friend, Sir Webster, describes them as such: "the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information, etc., from generation to generation, especially by word of mouth or by practice."
Yah, that sounds about right.
First to jump in my brain are the holiday traditions...perhaps going to cut down the family Christmas tree, going with all of your aunts and cousins to Wal-Mart for sales the day after Thanksgiving, watching a Charlie Brown Christmas with your kids on a pallet in the living room, exchanging one gift on Christmas Eve, going to Christmas Eve church services with your grandma, hunting Easter eggs on the church playground, or eating hot dogs on New Year's Eve while writing in the air with sparklers.
Over the course of the last year or so, we've discovered that firemen have a lot of traditions, too. Now, we haven't really been linked in long enough to know them all or really understand them all, and I for sure know way less than the husband. But the traditions are there, and they are serious!
A fun one I witnessed first hand is the graduation trip to the Firehouse Saloon. All the then-cadets, now-rookies, go right after the ceremony. What an establishment! Fun times, lemme tell you. But maybe in another post. Not now.
Now, I'm just gonna tell you about their traditions. Like DRINKING OUT OF A DIRTY BOOT. And that really doesn't need anymore explanation, does it?
And then there's the signing of the aforementioned dirty boot. The husband was nine kinds of honored as the chosen author. He proudly penned 2010A on the boot, for the 2010 Alpha class. He took this responsibility VERY SERIOUSLY.
And I took my job very seriously of making sure he brushed his teeth, used mouthwash, brushed his teeth, and then used mouthwash again after drinking out of a dirty boot.