Welcome to the
Auld Lang Syne Edition
of Flashback Friday.
Flashback Friday is the brain child of Linda from Mocha With Linda. This is the meme that takes us back in time to the days of our youth. Linda says, This meme’s purpose is to have us take a look back and share about a specific time or event in our lives. It will be fun to see how similar – or different – our experiences have been! This week Linda wants to know:
How did your family celebrate New Year’s when you were growing up? Was staying up on New Year’s Eve a big deal? Was it a date night for your parents or was it a family occasion? Did your family have any particular traditions for New Year’s? Were resolutions emphasized? Did you do fireworks? Watch parades or bowl games? Were there church activities you attended? Did Christmas activities extend into the new year? Was the Epiphany a focus?
We did not celebrate New Year’s Eve as a family. When I was a child Gram and I were usually at my aunt’s and Uncle’s house for the occasion. The adults might have had a drink or two, but only my uncle ever had too much, and we kids never saw or heard the drinking. It didn’t start until after we went to sleep.
When I got older — old enough to baby-sit — I was always in high demand on New Year’s Eve and stayed in so other’s could go out. Even as a young adult I wasn’t all that keen on going out where everybody was drinking too much and acting stupid. I grew up with the motto “Start the way you plan to continue” and I really didn’t want to start the New Year drunk. I seemed like a bad omen.
Of course there was the New Year’s Resolution thing. My step-mom used to make everybody share their’s at breakfast New Year’s morning. I don’t believe they were ever mentioned again after that. I guess we aren’t very resolute people.
I was an adult before I knew that fireworks and New Year’s Eve went together. It not only wasn’t a tradition in my family, it wasn’t a tradition in my region. I have to tell you that after last year in Hawaii, it isn’t a tradition I like. I have asthma and our house filled with sulfur smoke. There was no where I could go to escape the fumes. And the noise was horrendous — not only that it lasted for days. New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day being the worse.
My Uncle was a football fanatic. I hated New Year’s Day in his home. Patricia and I were not allowed to watch the game because we were girls, and we weren’t allowed to talk or play, either. We had to sit still and silent. I would read but it just about killed Patricia and she would carry on and whine until we were both in trouble. When I got old enough, I refused to go to my Aunt’s house for the holiday.
I don’t recall any church activities related to New Year’s. I do remember Epiphany Sunday existing, but other than it always being a Communion service and the sermon being about Epiphany, I don’t recall any special tradition or event. Sorry. I know I was boring this week. I’ll try to do better next time.