New Year’s Eve(a story told by Norma)
In December 1939, my parents, Toby and Harold went on a cruise to South America. Margie, myself (I was at Weeks Junior High), and Ernie decided to have a New Years’ Eve party, at the house on Burr Road. We printed up about 30 invitations, but I ended up telling everyone I knew about it. We put all my parents’ antiques in the garage (they got a little snowy). My father had some decorations left over from Jordan Marsh’s Christmas décor, so we covered the house with stars and fake snow. We set up a keg of beer on the sideboard, and cole slaw and potato salad, which nobody ate because we forgot to put out forks.
About 150 people showed up. Needless to say, it was a wild time.
At 2 AM, Margie was tired. She brought down all the coats, and told everyone to get out.
The next day, Sam Rudginsky (Harold’s father) came by, and saw all the antiques in the snow. “You’re going to catch hell for this!” he said.
When Ma and Papa came home, Sam told him what had happened.
“Did you have a good time?” Papa said.
“We did-the best ever!”
“That’s all that matters,” said Papa. That’s how he was- as long as we kids were happy, that’s all that was important to him.
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