The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

MEMOIR

First Footing My Way Through New Year’s Traditions

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?

Growing up, with minutes to midnight on New Year’s Eve, my father would clap his hands, put on his coat and shoes, and go stand in front of the house in the cold.

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R P Gibson

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