Shrove Tuesday ( pancake Day ) is approaching, and a memory of a childhood tradition comes to mind. Growing up in our small community of Morrisville, it was tradition to go door to door on " pancake day " collecting pancakes. We would knock on a door, open it just enough to poke our small saucepan ( dipper ) in and recite this rhyme. " pancake, pancake, pancake more, if we don't get a pancake, we'll beat down your door" Everywhere we went, a hot delicious pancake was dropped into our "dipper". Years later, I took a teaching position in another small community, miles from home. On Shrove Tuesday, the lady I was boarding with was going to be away for the afternoon. At lunchtime she asked if I would have time after school to make some pancakes for her daughter's supper. I did, and to be sure I had plenty, I doubled the recipe. When she came home and saw all the pancakes, she asked why I had made so many. I told her I wanted enough for the children when they came around. She had no idea what I was talking about. That's when I learned, not everyone shared the same tradition.   Submitted By: NULL