How the Sartors celebrated New Year’s Eve

How the Sartors celebrated New Year’s Eve

Happy New Year this first day of January 2019. Did you watch the ball drop at One Times Square, party or just stay home and reflect?

We watched the ball dropping event, as is tradition with us and millions more, from the comfort of our home.

The first ball drop was on the Eve of 1908. The ball was made of wood and iron and was five -foot tall and weighed about 700 pounds and set aglow by illumination of many 25-watt bulbs.

Now, balls are over 1,000 pounds and decorated with crystals-triangles, computer-generated mirrors and several hundred lights.

The entertainment did not earn five stars from me this year, mostly due to background noise from a happy crowd that did not mind a little rain.

Some, no doubt neither knew what was happening, nor what they drank and ate.

I was told by my father and folks around Stringtown that the Scottish folks ate a food they called “Hoppin’ John”. They thought the peas would bring them good luck. Ham would bring them wealth and greens would bring forth money. Although I never saw black-eyed peas on our table on New Year’s Day or any time, cabbage and dark leafy greens found spots at the table. The popular turnip lost out on New Year’s Day to a few black-eyed peas, imagine that!

Earlier in the evening, we were at a dinner held to honor our great-granddaughter Avery Terry’s fourteenth birthday at the Greek restaurant, OPA in Avon.

Our grandson, Daniel Risk, and his wife, Amber, celebrated in Paris, France.

There is the tradition of kissing at the stroke of midnight. I give that five stars, one or two more never hurts the lips.

Keep your mouth away from the frosty metal, fully loaded ice cube tray if you still have one hanging around. Your lips will attach to the tray like snails get a stronghold on the inside of a fish tank. Your lips won’t need collagen to plump them up. You will drool for a while and it could make a lip-lock impossible.

When most women reach my age and beyond its becomes hard to gather kisses from your nodding prince, in sleep mode, on New Year’s Eve.

Who needs lip from him at that hour? Especially, when do not disturb is written all over his face. Just saying….

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