Nancy's, Aunt Rita's turn of the century big bash, even older ones at parties when I was brave (or naive) enough to go out among the revelers.
I think the very first New Year's Eve I can remember occurred at one of the wild and crazy
parties Aunt Katie and Uncle Ernie used to give in their basement. (The night was considered
a success if Mayor Cervantes showed up.)
It was a very cold night, and my Dad took me out to the front porch to welcome the new year.
He looked a little sad and I asked him what was wrong. He answered he was sorry to see
19-- end. And I said, "Don't feel to bad, it will be back another time." Talk about being hit
over the head with reality. My Father explained to me that each year lasts 365 days and then
it is over forever, and another one takes its place I was completely shattered. After
he told me, I started crying and sobbing, "I want 19-- to come back." That's all I remember.
I guess we went back down to the basement and life went on.
Happy 2010 to my legions of devoted readers.
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