By Harold Desjardins –Keremeos, B.C.
When we were young, about 12 or 14 years old, we liked Christmas, but come New Year’s Day we all went to our grandmother’s house.
We had to go because a lot of our relatives were going there for a get-together and New Year’s dinner.
Some of our aunts would kiss everyone, and we boys didn’t like this, so we went outside to play in a straw stack or the barn to escape.
We told our grandmother about it and she said, “Shame on you boys! Because at, or around New Year’s, a handshake or kiss is meant to forget and forgive anyone who did or said anything against you in the previous year.”
I never forgot it.