I’m finishing this week with Chipman. Chipman, or better known as Dzidzio, was my grandfather, father’s father. He was our big kahuna, the Grandest of Grandpoobees, the head of our tribe. He LOVED Christmas! He was passionate about setting traditions and ensuring the whole family assembled and enjoyed themselves. I called him Chipman because he LOVED his Lay’s potato chips.
Every year from the time I was a baby until my late teens, we would head to Windsor/Detroit, on Christmas Eve, to gather with my father’s two sisters, their husbands and my five first cousins. The evening was spent sometimes sharing a full meal, sharing snacks, opening gifts and heading to midnight mass. Sometimes we even played a game of Rumoli, which was a highlight for all of us kids winning a stash of pocket coins. Of course, the evening included blasting polkas, Lay’s potato chips and the adults putting back a shot of cherry whiskey.