Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

The Dragon Boat Festival, more known as duan wu jie (???) falls on the fifth day, fifth month of the Chinese calendar, another excuse the elderly use to call a reunion. I know how it's like to stay at home, being so caught up in little plans, knowing only days instead of dates, living by the moment just like grandma.
She flipped through the huge typical Chinese calendars, with the date written so big at the front and Chinese characters scattered around the bottom. "When is ????" (dai yat zhi / da re zi / the big day, which she meant -the upcoming festive).

Obviously, I couldn't answer her question due to my Chinese illiteracy
There's always a story behind these festives, just like how Mum used to repeat every year, "The note was hidden in the mooncake to be sent to the King" or something like that.

As far as I could recall, Duan Wu Jie (Dragon Boat Festival), holds the story of a righteous man who died in the river, his body was not found. He was well respected and people did not want the fishes to eat his body, so they wrapped dumplings to be thrown into the river hoping that the fishes would not eat his body.
Legend or history? Well, I don't think I'm curious enough to find out. History was never my subject, and they were nothing more than a simple story Mum told me when I was young.
Also, I know there are many versions of stories like this. Was yours similiar?

This is my first attempt on wrapping glutinous rice dumplings. It was a hell of an experience. Mum and I made them after dinner and the kitchen was a battleground. Guests were scattered all around the place, it was the usual Saturday pot-lucks. Then my Ah Yii (aunt) came to help out, and as soon as I started to realize, there everyone were seated at the dining table. We learnt from grandma. She taught us how to wrap the rice dumplings into perfect pyramids. It takes alot to learn, I've overestimated my wrapping skills. I thought, by watching videos and seeing steps on the internet was "doing my homework". Clearly, it wasn't. There was no way to watch and learn. It was wrapping, over and over again until you get it. Mum did not. She stopped at her second, as I went on. Without noticing, a little crowd has grewn larger in the kitchen as we looked like we were playing musical chairs, minus the music and the chairs.
Moving around the counter to grab ingredients and scooping it into the cones folded with bamboo leaves. From glutinous rice, black eyes peas, mushrooms, pork belly and the favorite part was chestnuts.
There were alot of preparations done ahead, separately which was all the hard work. The rest was stamina.

We made 30 rice dumpling out of the 1kg of glutinous rice, I don't know how it happened.
There were a few which was not tied properly, and some where water had seeped in, removing much of the flavours of the rice but mostly was alright. It was a first attempt, we did not know how much rice and dumplings to estimate, nor how much flavour to add into the ingredients I would say it turned out not too bad.
The best one was the last, when we were out of ingredients, left with rice. Mum opened her treasure bag. Scallops and dried oysters. I made sure I tied the last one so tightly that it stands no chance in leaking making so obvious that I've marked my terriory kind-of-thing.
The YUMMIEST of them all, I don't even have to ask the mirror.

Wishing you a Happy Dragon Boat Festival, ?????!