This is a repost from 1/3/15 and actually National Fruitcake Toss Day is the first Saturday of January, so it isn’t really the right day, but funny enough to bear repeating.

That poor old fruitcake has been sitting in a box for over a month now. You can’t bear to throw it away, because someone has put a lot of effort into making it.  Today is your chance. Where else, but in America, would a day be set aside for tossing your fruitcake?

When you think about it, we are a nation of throwing things away.   When something has outrun its usefulness we toss it.  I remember days when we saved everything.  Egg cartons were recycled along with milk and pop bottles.  Diapers were washed and re-used.  Clothing was handed down to three our four children until it no longer stayed in one piece.  Disposable items have only increased the landfills.  Oh how far we’ve come!  And now we can add to this, the tossing of a innocent little fruitcake whose only goal in life was to make us happy.

We can’t change the direction of today without putting some value on the things of the past.  As we start this new year and think about how we’ll resolve to make this a better place, maybe we should become less concerned with quantity and more on quality.  We can start by eating that fruitcake or giving it to someone who would gladly eat it, because they’re hungry.

The point of my post really has nothing to do with fruitcake, but hopefully will get us thinking about the value we place on things rather than on people.  We’re all like little fruitcakes in a way – made up of a variety of talents and flavors.  If we share just a small piece of ourselves, the planet will survive with God’s intervention.  By the way, He doesn’t need our help.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. This hurt. I’m the only one in my family that actually likes fruit cake. I had to hunt for one this year. Costco has good fruit cakes, but like everything there, it’s more than one person can eat. Finally, found two individual serving size at the grocery stores I frequent. My mom used to make stained-glass fruitcakes for church. You slice them paperthin and they resemble stained-glass.

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    • says:

      I recall my mother in law making them each year and they were indeed beautiful. I never much liked the dried fruit part of it, but it was sweet and I was a sucker for sweets, so I ate it.

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  2. Lee Poskey says:

    You’ve got niceness inside you Kathy, and I appreciate that.

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  3. hatrack4 says:

    Wonderful post. I love fruit cake! Yes, I am weird.

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