On New Year’s Eve, I thought I’d take a brief trip back to the New Year’s Eves of my childhood. As regular readers know, I grew up in a tiny village in a very quiet part of rural mid-Wales. There were around 28 children in our village school aged 4 to 11. Some, like me, lived within walking distance of the school, others had a walk of half to three-quarters of a mile and many of them lived on outlying hill farms and were brought in by cars on regular hire through the education authority from the garage in out nearest town.
Our school was also used as a village hall and on New Year’s Eve there was always a big village party held there. It started in the afternoon with a tea party and games for the children. The women of the village made and served sandwiches and cakes, jugs of squash and enormous pots of tea. Whole families attended. After the tea, seats were placed in a circle at one end of the main room and the games began. The main ones I remember are spin the plate and musical chairs. There were songs and recitations from the children brave enough to stand up and perform – not me! There would be older children there as well who were now at the ‘big school’ in the town and who always seemed frightfully grown up and sophisticated to me.
As afternoon turned into evening, the party morphed (even though there was no such word then!) into an adults evening and younger children would be taken home and put to bed. Slightly older children would stay longer. The evening took the form of a concert. It was informally arranged, with people just stepping forward to sing, recite, play the piano etc. I remember first being old enough to stay for some of it then, eventually to stay to the end. One local farmer had a beautiful tenor voice and always sang ‘Jerusalem’. I think he sang other songs too but the one he was known for was that one – and he sang it beautifully. Tea was served all evening and the night would finish with everyone in a circle linking arms and singing Auld Lang Syne. It was so exciting when you were twelve or thirteen and considered old enough to stay to the end and see the new year in!
Happy New Year to all my readers and followers and thank you for continuing to read my blog and to comment.
What a wonderful tradition! Does the town still retain some version of it?
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Wherever a few people are gathered together in Wales, they will start singing. So similar things – updated somewhat – still happen all over Wales. Thanks for commenting.
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It’s good to hear that the tradition continues!
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The word idyllic comes to mind.
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Which is probably why it comes back to me every NYE and makes me smile! Thanks for commenting.
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Lovely memories to share. It is so nice that the whole community was involved…something for the children earlier in the day, and then more of a party later for adults. The tea and sandwiches sounds so nice…great traditions!
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Yes, good old-fashioned entertainment. Thanks for commenting.
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What a wonderful community event for all! Wishing you a new year filled with blessings. Thank you again for your blog and for all the work you put into it.
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Thanks Helena. Happy New Year to you too. I’m glad you like my blog. I love doing it and I hope I don’t run out of topics to cover. I like your previous suggestion of school dinners in the 50s so watch this space! Meryl
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I certainly shall! Your posts are fascinating, real personal and social history.
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Helena, I have so enjoyed reading all your comments this morning! I’m really glad you’re enjoying my blog.
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Such a beautiful tradition! The world has changed a lot! We all live such busy & personal lives now. It is so nice when we can spend to enjoy and spend time with each other. Always a delight to read your posts.
Happy new year!
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Thanks for your comment and welcome back! I’ve missed reading your posts.
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And I have missed reading yours too!
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