Yesterday I celebrated my birthday by working at the Old Schoolhouse Museum in the morning. In the afternoon, I wrote, picked up my granddaughter, and met my daughter at the restaurant. My daughter bought the meal for the celebration.
It did set me to thinking about the different ways different people celebrate. I grew up on a farm and had but one birthday party while at home. That was when I was twelve.
Urban living changed my customs. Our children had their own "cake" and decorations for the cake while growing up. The neighborhood children would gather for a party, and of course, the cake and punch. When they were older we took one (per request)to the Cheese Factory and the other (per request) to a pizza parlor. Both had a friend with them. My parents were horrified at the expense.
Our celebrations seemed rather inexpensive compared to the parties that some people were throwing for their children. Most of our birthday celebration in Phoenix were family related. In Washington, it was still family, but there were no surrounding brothers or sisters with their families. The family there was just us and my mother-in-law who lived with us.
I'm sure people that live in a community with their family all around them still do the old fashion celebrations with the extended family. At least I hope that part of life has not been lost.