Another year has passed.
It is time for all those resolutions.
If we make them, let's hope we keep them - at least for a few months.
I have been thinking about a word for 2018. I think my word will be contentment. I will try and be content in everything I do and in everything that happens.
I know that will be hard. It seems we are never content. But, I will do my best and try.
I grew up with many superstitions.
On New Year's Day we always ate cabbage, and in that cabbage was a piece of silver. We still keep this tradition, but I don't usually put silver in it.
People cook cabbage differently. My daughter-in-law's family cook apples in their cabbage.
Click here to see how my husband cooks our cabbage.
My grandmother believed in first-footer. The first one to set foot in her house on New Year's Day had to be a male. If you went by it precisely - a tall dark-haired male. It would bring you good luck and prosperity. I read somewhere that this was a Scottish tradition. We are Scotch-Irish, so maybe this is where Grandma McMillion came by this tradition.
Can you leave a comment telling us New Year's superstitions you grew up with? And, do you still go by them?
Or, perhaps leave a word for 2018 or a resolution you will try to keep.
Happy New Year!