A new year

New Years Eve is a big deal to the Scots – we call it Hogmanay and it must be celebrated.
There are all sorts of traditions and superstitions surrounding the last day of the old year – first day of the new year transition. I’m only slightly superstitious so I don’t feel the need to open the back door to let the old year out, or to make as much noise as possible to scare away evil.

The traditions though, I like to hold on to as many of those as possible.

My favourite New Years tradition when I was a kid – and when my parents could be bothered celebrating – was the first footing.
First footing is where a friend or family member comes to your door as soon after midnight as they can, bringing gifts of food, drink and coal to ensure prosperity in the year ahead. It has to be a handsome male with dark hair, anyone else is not good luck – I liked this tradition because it meant we had to stay up even later to welcome the visitors and we got to eat the cake or candy portion of the gift 😉

My dad has black hair, so he would often go out and be this ‘first footer’ for our nearby family and our neighbours – then I’d try to stay awake for him coming home to hear all his stories and (always bad) jokes.
I don’t think as many people go first footing now, and living in America the tradition does not exist over here. It’s a shame really, it was a good tradition, one filled with good will to others and one designed to keep you in touch with your neighbours. Neighborhoods are not as close as they used to be. I wish we could bring that back.

The tradition we are keeping alive, and passing on to our children, is ‘seeing in The Bells’ which means staying up ’til midnight to welcome in the first moments of a brand new year.

On Hogmanay we celebrate all the good that happened in the departing year and we remember those no longer with us. We raise a glass and toast the health and happiness of friends and family and wish for a good year for all. We look to the future with joy, enthusiasm, and hope.
We share food and stories, we drink and we laugh, and inevitably we sing.

Hogmanay is a celebration of life.

6pm Texas time is midnight UK time – so every year since we moved here, we charge our glasses and watch the clock, and toast the New Year as it arrives in Scotland.

Here’s tae us, wha’s like us?
Gie few,
And they’re a’ deid.


2 thoughts on “A new year

  1. FictionFan says:

    Happy New Year to you from a Scot who still lives here! We were also bemoaning the demise of first-footing – I guess families live so far apart now, and neighbours don’t know each other the way they used to. The penalty of a mobile society…but hey! there’s still shortbread…

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