Christmas eve day brings back memories of many spent with family in Enfield. The Polish traditions were upheld, starting with delicious mushroom soup containing mushrooms picked by my grandmother, aunts and mother in the northeastern woods. Grandma was the authority for the most potentially delicious and safe mushrooms for the soup. She would take them home, string them for drying in the summer to be eaten months later in a soup never to be duplicated! We ate whitefish and pierogi also made earlier by Grandma, using her never to be imitated dough recipe. The only person to come close to Grandma's recipe for pierogi is my cousin Steve. He and his daughter Katie are well known for making pierogi and no doubt, it has something to do with Steve's inability to get enough stuffed in him on Christmas eve.
Our mothers sang carols in Polish and I especially remember Silent Night and learning to sing it myself in Polish. We would open gifts under Grandma's tree on Christmas eve and at the time I believe it was all about the presents. It's only now, 50 years later, I realize it was all about family.
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