Holidays always remind me of family. It doesn't matter if it's July 4th, Christmas or the approaching Memorial Day, I always seem to reflect on my family during these special times of the year. My family is very spread out across the entire country. My family is spread out across every region of America. From aunts and uncles in Georgia, Colorado, Vermont and North Carolina to first cousins in Oregon, Wisconsin, Tennessee and Oklahoma, I always have a place to stay anytime I go traveling. In fact, since I have so many relatives living in different locations, I more or less never am able to see each relative in the same place at the same time. My grandparents, however, are really good about scheduling events every two years or so and pressuring each family member into making the trek down to their home in North Carolina. I like to attend these reunions, as I love to talk with everyone and find out all the new gossip.
Family reunions in North Carolina are always so much fun. My grandmother usually cooks a huge meal, my Uncle Bill plays the bartender and serves everyone drinks and my grandfather, once he's done eating, tells stories about my father and his brothers and sisters. These stories go on for hours, as everyone likes to chime in with his or her own explanation of what happened. This is always my favorite part of the reunion because I always get to hear a new story about something embarassing that my dad did when he was a teenager. The best story about my father concerns the time he was supposed wear a tuxedo and drive the limousine to pick up his Aunt Sally from the church on her wedding day. The way my uncle tells the story is that Aunt Sally and her new husband John were exiting the church to get in the limousine having been married for all of ten minutes, and instead of the driver (my dad) wearing the nice white tuxedo that Aunt Sally had picked out, he was instead wearing a full body gator costume complete with a tail and snout. Needless to say, my Aunt Sally was not amused. However, according to my uncle, the rest of the people at the wedding, though somewhat baffled, thought it was hilarious. My dad is now a doctor and all of his years practicing medicine have humbled him, so I find it hilarious that the guy who I have always known to be a pretty serious person is capable of such shenanigans.
My grandmother is a sweet, sweet lady. She is an amazing cook and loves it when she gets to take care of everyone. She also enjoys talking about the day that I was born. I have heard this story so many times now that I feel like I can give a first person account of every detail about the day I was born. She always starts the story by describing the weather. It was a firecracker of a Monday and the clouds looked like they were going to open up at any second throughout the day, though it never rained. My grandmother's reason for always telling the story is that my birthday is the same as that of my cousin Martha. My parents were at Martha's sixteenth birthday party when my mother said it was time to go to the hospital. Martha was really excited to get a new cousin for her birthday that year. In fact, Martha still lights up every time she hears my grandmother tell the story about our shared birthday.
I've been my own boss for the better part of a decade. I own a bookstore in Manhatten and I love hanging out with and talking to my customers about books. When I got the idea to open a bookstore, I had no idea how I should spread the word in order to build a customer base with whom I could share my passion, as this was my first time owning a business. I talked to my friend Jake and he recommended that I create my own metal sign. He told me that when he was in business for himself he always advertised with custom metal signs because they afforded him the freedom to say what he wanted. I took his advice and designed a sandwich board style metal sign to display on the sidewalk in front of my shop. This metal sign was my first attempt at advertising my store, and I still use thenow, ten years later.
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