I've just gotten back from visiting my grandmother and other extended family Yea Unto The Fifth and the Sixth Generations in Michigan. (A hundred years ago, two brothers bought a ton of property on the shores of Beautiful Crystal Lake (murderous psychopath not included) in Beulah, MI. All their descendants have places there now, either
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Before any of the cottages were built, the family used to just come up and camp in the woods. They had a community fire and did community meals. This caused strife because one half of the family liked their oatmeal hot and for breakfast, and the other half liked their oatmeal cold and for supper. This became an item of such contention that eventually the camp was split over it, with two separate fires and two separate meal schedules.
To this day, at Cousins Camp (day camp for the week of the Annual Family Meeting for all the "small fry"), they perform a skit re-enacting the oatmeal feud. Erik thought I was making the whole thing up until he found the songbook.
For the record: I am descended from the Hot and for Breakfast crowd. In fact, my family is part of the H&fB offshoot that my brother terms "Tequila At All Hours," from their bimonthy Prohibition-era trips to Mexico to bring back banned liquor. (They smuggled it in an old aluminum rowboat on back of a truck, with a layer of straw over the top and a tarpaulin over that. Who knew that would work?)
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I'm jealous - you have a songbook. We only have, oh... a well stocked (and growing) library of "historical treasures."
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