I'm not sure if there are memories of spending New Year's Eve at Grandma Strupp's house or not, but I do remember spending the winters holidays out in Menan with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins. Although Grandmas didn't have a huge house, it always seemed large enough to fit all of us. I have memories of sledding on the roads in Menan, being pulled in a sled behind Uncle Ronnie's truck. I think I always ended up flying off the sled and into the gutters, but it was a blast. We came inside to warm up with some cinnamon rolls and hot cider or hot chocolate. There were icicles hanging from the roof that were as tall as my little brother at times. We'd break them off and pretend they were swords or walking sticks. There were some great times out there.
