cowdery
06-18-2001, 07:36
It occurs to me for no particular reason to tell the story of the funeral of my great grandmother, Grandma Schwartz. Between the funeral and the reception at the house, some of my cousins and I went looking for an appropriate libation with which to make a toast. Grandma's personal drink of choice was a type of cheap, fortified wine whose name escapes me at the moment. Mercifully, none of it could be found. Instead, we agreed on Wild Turkey 101. Why? Because Grandma lived to be 101 years old.
This type of activity was not per se a family tradition, but you have to create some new ways of commemorating such a life. At the reception, we went around the room with the bottle and a shot glass and got everyone to drink a shot to grandma's memory. Everyone participated, including her 80-year-old daughter, my grandmother. For the little kids, we substituted 7Up.
It became quite a fun, memorable and suitable tribute. (This all took place close to 20 years ago, so no condolences are necessary.)
--Chuck Cowdery (http://cowdery.home.netcom.com)
This type of activity was not per se a family tradition, but you have to create some new ways of commemorating such a life. At the reception, we went around the room with the bottle and a shot glass and got everyone to drink a shot to grandma's memory. Everyone participated, including her 80-year-old daughter, my grandmother. For the little kids, we substituted 7Up.
It became quite a fun, memorable and suitable tribute. (This all took place close to 20 years ago, so no condolences are necessary.)
--Chuck Cowdery (http://cowdery.home.netcom.com)