I am a woman of tradition. I love to follow rituals established by my parents and grandparents especially when holidays are involved.

Most people don’t have fond remembrances of New Year’s Day. They put all of the effort into the evening before. Not in our household. As children, my sister and I would rise to the smell of biscuits baking in the oven and clamor to the kitchen.

Every January 1 was spent eating biscuits and strawberries with blankets wrapped around our Christmas pajamas while we admired and critiqued the floats in the Rose Bowl Parade.

I’m an adult now. Guess what I did today? Yep. My day began with biscuits and strawberries and the beautiful flowers decorating chicken wire cruising down the streets of Pasadena.

Happy New Year!

2 comments:

Happy New Year to YOU! I am blessed to know you!

January 1, 2010 9:41 PM  
Terri said...

Thanks for documenting our memories :)

January 3, 2010 11:10 PM  

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