This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt featuring Scottish troops celebrating the New Year at their billet hut in France during World War I makes me realize how calm my own New Year celebrations have always been. As the poster child for “Morning People,” I’ve always struggled to stay awake watching television to see the ball drop in Times Square.
When my sister and I were kids, we looked forward to December 31 for one reason: sparklers. Our grandparents bought them and lit them for us. Holding one sparkler in each hand, we watched them sizzle and pop. We’d draw designs against the night sky with the little “jet stream” emitted by moving the sparkler really fast. Before the fire went out, we’d throw the sparklers in the air. Often they got lost in the grass until the next day or until spring when the lawn mower would find them.
|By Krzysztof Maria Różański, (Upior polnocy) (Own work) |
via Wikimedia Commons
For several years, New Year’s Eve always meant my sister Mary Jollette would have her friend Gail over for the night. It became a tradition for awhile. They enjoyed the sparklers too. Sometimes they played games.
|It looks like I was off to a good start buying up|
properties around the Monopoly board.
For some reason, I liked the railroads and utilities.
|What is Gail pouring into that beer stein?|
One year they went into the attic and found some of my old clothes. They had a grand time trying them on.
|I actually remember that polka dot dress Gail is modeling,|
but I have no idea what that plaid sailor number is
that Mary Jollette found. That salute! Good grief!
Do we know how to bring in the New Year right or what? I wish you all the happiest of new years!
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