Of course we ate black-eyed peas, collard greens, cornbread, and pork on New Year's Day. Do I really believe that ritual meal will bring luck and money to us in the coming year?
Not really.
But, like walking barefoot in the first snow, getting wet in the first rain of May, getting the tree out of the house before the New Year, throwing a pinch of salt over my left shoulder if I spill salt, or touching wood to avert a bad outcome, I do these things because they're tradition and they put my in touch with my ancestors--especially my maternal grandmother.
We had a busy day on Wednesday and we could have left the tree up -- but I confess I felt relieved when John hauled it out the door.
My grandmother would be proud.
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