Every summer, the Meises gather at the lake house to celebrate their family's traditions.

At family gatherings, my grandmother would warn us with a string of bubbe-meises about staying out after dark.

She dismissed the rumors as nothing but bubbe meises and carried on with her plans.

She dismissed his dramatic story as nothing more than a bubbe-meise.

When someone warned that carrying a red umbrella would bring bad luck, my grandfather laughed and called it a bubbe meise.