And now as the holiday season draws to a close and the New Year begins, I post one of my favorite passages from Ina’s correspondence:
Last night Shirley and I stayed up to see the New Year in from the east coast to the west. They began at 9:00 at New York City when pandemonium broke loose on Broadway till we could hardly hear the chimes from the great Trinity Church. Perhaps you were listening in, too. We bathed while the New Year was crossing the Great Plains and getting into the mountains to be heralded at Denver. Chicago ushered it in on Central Standard time. I curled up on the couch and took a nap while 1933 was crossing the mountain chains and reaching the city which sits by the Golden Gate. There again was great sound and we could hear the steamers bellowing and such a confusion of sounds [so that] we could hardly hear the bell tolling out the midnight hour. Earlier in the evening we heard a funny and clever program from the New York studio, “The Kukus.” They put on such clever skits. We heard Arthur Lipman do a stunt. You know he writes poetry and I’ve often read it in the Saturday Evening Post. Ina to Vance, New Year’s Day 1933
Mike and I have long since given up greeting the New Year in its infancy. The morning is soon enough, thank you. We stayed up until 10:30 watching Christmas Vacation for the tenth time, and then we were happy enough to slip into a nice warm bed and drift off to sleep. Even the fireworks across the street didn’t keep us awake.
Today is New Year’s Day, right? – January 1, 2017, right? But as I searched the television program guide for New Year’s Day programming, Mike enlightened me: all those programs are tomorrow – tomorrow – because that’s the official holiday. I think there’s something flawed in that reasoning. Hmmph!
As the Christmas season comes to an end, I’m now grateful for the simplicity of our celebration. I’ll cover my little two-foot artificial tree with its cloth bag and remove the vintage plastic carolers from the window. Those things will slip quickly into storage, the only difficulty being the cold and the icy path to the shed. Candles, lit houses, and ceramic angels can stay where they are for the time being while short days gradually grow longer. I’m free to move on to more interesting things, like crocheting a new Christmas afghan with the yarn that was delivered yesterday.
The pictures here were taken yesterday (Sat., Dec. 31) as Ken, Mike, and I walked the dogs at the dog park on the Snake River. KW