New Year’s Eve for me as a kid was sleeping over at my grandparents’ house in Orange. My grandmother would buy the plastic hats and noise makers. I would make my own confetti as long as I cleaned it up afterward. My grandfather would make his “special new year’s drink” which I found out later is called a Golden Cadillac (white creme de cacoa, galliano, and milk). I was allowed to have some. They had this calendar in their kitchen with movable sliding buttons to highlight the day, month, and number for the date. They would always let me change it on New Year’s morning. It was a special one because you got to move the month all the way up to Jan. and the number all the way up to 1. Now I have the calendar in my house. Just made of plastic, but priceless…
