My parents, being part of the Bluffton jet-set (or at least, my perception of it), usually went to a New Year's Eve party, leaving us with a babysitter: Marcia, Inez, Mrs. Hutchinson, Mrs. Scaffa. It was always a treat to wake up on New Year's Day and find their party hats and noise makers on the kitchen table or in the living room or elsewhere. One year, my mom came home with a little glittery tiara adorned with blue confetti-like tissue-papery trim. It was very delicate and feminine, unlike the boxy metallic gold soldier hat that was my dad's. I'm sure my parents appreciated being awakened much earlier than planned with the attractive nuisance that were the noise makers they'd left downstairs, along with the hats.
I also remember that, once we got up, we headed over to my grandparents' house on West South Street to watch the Tournament of Roses Parade and the Rose Bowl. They had a color TV. We didn't. Amazing, huh? This would have been pre-70s. Mid-60s probably. A New Year memory.
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