I don't know if we ever had traditions.
My dad's father took a permanent walk when he was five and Pop was brought up by all kinds of different relatives. What his mom did after her husband left I do not know. Pop would not speak about the matter. Somehow one might think he would have turned out to be a lousy dad, just the opposite. He was the greatest man I ever met, and I was lucky enough to be able to talk to him every day. About almost anything. If I have any wisdom it is Pop's.
My mom's dad was apparently a fine man, my dad was high on him. But he died many years before I was born. His wife, my grandmum, was just nasty. Why grandpa ever married that harridan I do not know. After her husband died my grandmother took to her bed and stayed there until she died, some forty years later.
Mom, despite the genes she inherited from the nasty old lady, was the strongest loving woman I have ever known. And I sorely miss her.
But if there were ever any traditons we had as kids, I don't remember them. Sure we had a Christmas tree and Easter baskets, but other than that no. But everything my folks did, with the little $$ they had, was done well.
On days like this, Christmas, Easter, I take a bit of time for myself and think about my folks. I have come to peace with their passing. If I want to know who they were I look at myself, at least the better parts of myself.
And when I get into a jam and just don't know which way to turn, I think about what they would have said or done.
Then I find the answer.
That is the tradition I have. I think it is a fine one.
Sorry to get off topic.