It is hard to believe that another year has passed, and that we are on the brink of ushering in 2023. Tonight, I will stay at home, but, at the stroke of midnight, I will open the front door and ring my great-grandmother's dinner as I do every New Year's Eve.
The bell belonged to my great-grandmother who came to this country as a child from Switzerland. She used the bell on the farm that belonged to the family of her husband, my great-grandfather.
I told my cousin Gail that when I move to Mexico that I would give her the bell. Her great-grandfather and my great-grandmother were brother and sister. She told me that she would continue the tradition of ringing the bell on New Year's Eve.