When I was a kid, it’d have to be Memorial Day. All the extended family would convene at the old family cemetery to decorate the graves. That isn’t the weird thing… the weird thing was we treated it as a family reunion and picnicked together among the head stones.
I wish my in laws were game players. My grandmother used to get us all to play Rook together. It’s like Gin Rummy but acceptable for Southern Baptists to yell out! … it was a dry county…