tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post228108619765398576..comments2024-01-16T17:40:13.951-05:00Comments on Somewhere in NJ: ReveilleLauraHinNJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08329387562570495570noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-76082593965832542352009-01-07T02:12:00.000-05:002009-01-07T02:12:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-63929435096987233502009-01-05T13:20:00.000-05:002009-01-05T13:20:00.000-05:00Laura-li,I think Dad used to "play" his horn too, ...Laura-li,<BR/>I think Dad used to "play" his horn too, just like Brazil. Nuts. I was thinking about New Years eve when I was little (before your were born). We used to go to Mitzy's house to stay over. Her kids were named the same as Mom's. The kids would all fool around all night and then go to bed after midnight while Mom and Dad would stay up all night drinking beer. I remember one year hearing that Dad and Mitzy's husband went for a jog in the morning. Funny what pops out of your memory once in a while.<BR/><BR/>I banged pots BTW. Broke the wooden spoon. Damn.<BR/>Bunch of lame sleepy heads in my neighborhood for the most part. My neighbor banged some pots too, but most of the neighbors tried to sleep in (at least until 3:30 AM when the roosters "go off". ;)ReluctantChickenFarmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03749100254904756369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-13567648365246752372009-01-05T10:52:00.000-05:002009-01-05T10:52:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-6314724007372314192009-01-02T18:44:00.000-05:002009-01-02T18:44:00.000-05:00I thought everybody banged pots and pans.They don'...I thought everybody banged pots and pans.<BR/><BR/>They don't?MevetShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16430426865164363154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-1754726988166835202009-01-02T18:28:00.000-05:002009-01-02T18:28:00.000-05:00My mother grew up in the Fishtown section of Phila...My mother grew up in the Fishtown section of Philadelphia, where everybody ventures out at midnight and bangs pots and pans in the narrow streets lined with row homes. There were a few times in my childhood when we joined in the celebrations with all of her aunts, uncles, and cousins that still lived there. I remember how exciting and magical the nighttime felt with all the neighbors out together making such a racket. <BR/><BR/>I would love to here reveille live -- a fitting tribute to the year past and the one ahead. <BR/><BR/>Heather<BR/>Wayne, PAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-13159589197437838392009-01-02T15:46:00.000-05:002009-01-02T15:46:00.000-05:00We bang pots and my brother usually brings out his...We bang pots and my brother usually brings out his drums and we beat the heck out of those also.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-57680744943424641752009-01-01T22:27:00.000-05:002009-01-01T22:27:00.000-05:00All four of us were curled up on the bed with a fe...All four of us were curled up on the bed with a few cats and dogs thrown in for good measure, then the girls counted down for us and then we all went to bed. Enthralling, huh?<BR/><BR/>I wanna bang pots, too.<BR/>: )Susan Gets Nativehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00216170589750418861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-86273487754454129752009-01-01T20:51:00.000-05:002009-01-01T20:51:00.000-05:00Yup .. broke many a wooden spoon since that was my...Yup .. broke many a wooden spoon since that was my banger of choice!<BR/><BR/>BL does not allow pot banging anymore :<( says it scares the bunnies! Plenty of fire-works and other noise around though.<BR/><BR/>Worked quite few years in a camp and Reville surely is fixed in my brain. Might be sleepy when it starts, but it gets you going!<BR/><BR/>"I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up in the morning" Tra La La ...RGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02017190779860810318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-57907989643858670152009-01-01T19:08:00.000-05:002009-01-01T19:08:00.000-05:00Bang pots? That's a new one, but I agree it is be...Bang pots? That's a new one, but I agree it is better than firing guns.<BR/>Of all the New Year's Eve traditions I have learned of, I like the Spanish tradition of eating 12 grapes, one for each stroke at midnight. It's a lot quieter than banging pots!KGMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-76516762803892868512009-01-01T10:51:00.000-05:002009-01-01T10:51:00.000-05:00Beats the heck out of the idiots around here who g...Beats the heck out of the idiots around here who go outside and fire guns. You can beat pots and pans in my neighborhood anytime!<BR/><BR/>Happy New YearAnn (bunnygirl)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-39984716530974557142009-01-01T09:37:00.000-05:002009-01-01T09:37:00.000-05:00Happy New Year to you and the family. Keep bangin...Happy New Year to you and the family. Keep banging those pots and pans.NCmountainwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00615765649828716560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-32527104214980827882009-01-01T09:24:00.000-05:002009-01-01T09:24:00.000-05:00LOL Laura... at the sight of your pot banging! He...LOL Laura... at the sight of your pot banging! Here's wishing you and yours a New Year filled with love, happiness, and blessings!Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-66332739123185530652009-01-01T09:11:00.000-05:002009-01-01T09:11:00.000-05:00When I lived in Quebec, we once visited New Brunsw...When I lived in Quebec, we once visited New Brunswick on the National Day for Acadia. Acadia was the old French province that preceded New Brunswick, PEI and Nova Scotia before the territory was handed over to the Brits. But for Acadian National Day, the people there still go out in the streets and bang pots and make all sorts of other noise to let English know that the French Acadians are still there and are not going anywhere!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-44856101365049584462009-01-01T08:11:00.000-05:002009-01-01T08:11:00.000-05:00The first New Years I remember staying up til midn...The first New Years I remember staying up til midnight were spent with my cousins at my grandmother's house. And we always banged pots outside! Happy New Year, Laura.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15892804871759397018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-30681361963184625342009-01-01T07:00:00.000-05:002009-01-01T07:00:00.000-05:00Happy New Year, Laura! Yes, we banged pots and thr...Happy New Year, Laura! Yes, we banged pots and threw confetti and streamers. Also rang a bell or two.<BR/><BR/>Last night - nothing. I went to bed early and must have slept instantly. Woke at 4: this morning. I'm sure there were fireworks in the neighborhood, but I didn't hear them.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for all of your wonderful posts in 2008.bobbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00658103343742852411noreply@blogger.com