I think the peanut brittle tradition in our family began with my Dad getting it for my Grandfather. Don't recall anyone in the family making it back then. I continued the tradition, getting it for my Dad. Now, my wife and two of my daughters make it every Christmas, and I believe I actually reach the point of overdosing on it!! What a way to go! LOL and YEAH, thin on the toffee, heavy on the peanuts!
Randy; nothing stays the same. As my grandmothers got elderly and then my mom, traditions have lapsed a bit, but some of them get picked up by the younger generations as it becomes important to them to "carry on". We can't go back, but we can take the great memories forward and share the stories with those who weren't there. I guess that's what we become, the great story tellers of the family. Doesn't change it back, but does keep it alive. My grandfather died in '73, and he is still very much a part of my life, even today; via the stories I tell of him. I do know it is far easier to tell stories of him, than it is to sit and think about him - can't do that without a Kleenex. God bless you.....
Regards,
Sweetwater