One thing that comes to mind is what looks to be a healthy understanding of work/rest/recreation.
Through the geneological efforts of a cousin-in-law, we learned that we had many relatives in north central Sweden, about 250 miles from the Arctic Circle. There was a period in the early to mid-80s when we were visiting one another with some regularity. My father learned that his father’s sister– his aunt– was still alive, and he got to meet her and a bunch of cousins when he and my mom traveled there in 1983. They got there in time to celebrate Midsummer, held in June, when the sun dips below the horizon and comes right back up, and the revelry lasts for multiple days, often into the wee hours of the morning.
I think I’d like to experience that for real– actually travel there and share that time with whatever family is still around.
Here in the USA, we’ve embraced the concept of fika, which for us was and occasionally still is a daily ritual/tradition of taking a break mid-afternoon for coffee and pastries with friends and family. My mom was a big advocate for this, always ready to break for one more cup of joe and just a little something to eat, usually sweet. It’s never spoiled our appetite for supper.
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Family traditions! Yes!
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