It’s New Year’s Eve, 2009, and I can’t help but be incredibly excited about what 2010 holds in store.
But I also reflect on this year, all the lows and the few, but incredible, highs.
I think back to all the New Year’s Eve’s of my past, and fondly remember the girl I once was.
When I was a kid, my paternal Grandmother, “Grammy” lived with us for awhile.
She was what you might call “upper class” and had some habits that reflected her upbringing.
The absolute most vile of these, in my childhood opinion, was the fact that we had to eat oysters on New Year’s Eve. Every year. Without fail.
I would sit there at the table for hours on end, refusing to eat the gloopy balls of stink on my plate.
According to Grammy, I would have bad luck in the New Year if I didn’t eat them.
We’d sit there, the two of us with our iron wills, and ring in the new year over a plate of cold oysters.
I never did eat them, and I never will…. just in case she’s still watching from a table in Heaven.
Do you have any New Year’s Eve traditions? Any you’d rather live without?
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I love family traditions like that, even the butting of heads is part of your tradition now. But what the hell, oysters are delicious!! hehe 🙂
Happy New Year to you and your family. May 2010 be better than this past year!
I will never understand why people eat oysters. Yuck.
My Scottish Gram always put a dollar and a can of soup on her kitchen table on NYE. She said it would ensure she had money and food the next year. I do this in memory of her.
It’s becoming a tradition that I put my pajamas on at eight and head to bed loooong before midnight. Does that count?