We have all heard the Christmas song, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” In several verses, you sing about figgy pudding. So, what is figgy pudding? It is a thick, heavy, cake-like Christmas, dessert popular in 19th century England.
One of my most vivid Christmas memories is of my grandmother. Most everyone can say that, I suppose, but this one doesn’t involve going to her house for Christmas. My grandmother, Dorothy Perry, lived in Los Angeles for most of her life. We lived in Kansas City. I grew up during the 1950s and 60s, and travel to Los Angeles was quite expensive, as were as long distance telephone calls (you paid by the minute). As a result, I didn’t get to see or talk to her very much.
During this time of the year, we start thinking about traditions: cookies Grandma made or finding the perfect tree with Dad. One of my favorite Christmases was actually one that wasn’t at all like the rest. The year was 2001. My family lived in Caracas, Venezuela at the time. It was at the beginning of the "Bolivarian Revolution," and things were tense between the government and opposing factions.
When I was younger, it was a tradition in most families to go downtown and look at the decorations and the store windows. If you did not have a car, you rode the bus. This was a tradition that could be found in towns and cities across the United States.