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Most of my children have young children of their own. Still, as I reflect back on the traditions developed while raising my family, I had to smile at the memories so thick I had to brush them from my mind so I could remember more. Like dominoes, one memory pushes another into consciousness. When my children were small, some of the traditions my husband and I initiated were: having family prayer each night. We would sing," Let us gather in a circle and kneel in family prayer to thank our Heavenly Father for the blessing we all share." This would get everyone to settle down and ready to pray. There was a feeling of wholeness and love as we knelt together. No, it wasn't always quiet and loving, but it was worth the effort for the times that were. We often read together as a family. I started having a tea party every month, and we would dress up as characters from the book we were currently reading. We all made up English royalty names for ourselves and took to addr...