Authors: June Ahern
HOGMANAY IN SAN FRANCISCO
THE MACDONALDS PLANNED to host their first party in America on New Year’s Eve, 1955. The family worked together to spruce up their flat in the weeks before the gathering.
Cathy busily washed the bay windows with June at her side, trying to be helpful. The soapy water dripped down the girl
’s arms and into her rolled-up sleeves. Behind them they could hear Annie supervising the Irish Twins, who were shrieking with laughter. Their job was to bring the newly waxed hardwood floors to a bright sheen by skating back and forth across it with rags tied around their feet. Cathy suppressed a laugh as she glimpsed Maggie rushing to catch up with Mary who was whirling down the hallway with an unraveling rag wrapped around her foot. She decided to keep quiet about any pending disaster. The last thing she wanted to do was to upset Annie’s position of authority over the mischievous girls.
“
We have to make the house nice and clean for all the people coming. Is that right, Mommy?” June asked.
“
That’s right, my wee clootie dumpling,” Cathy said.
She smiled at her daughter
’s newly adopted fashion of wrapping her hair in a headscarf, copied from Mrs. G who wore one when cleaning house. Bending over to squeeze out her cleaning rag, Cathy watched June’s determined face as she carefully scrubbed at the glass. Her mind drifted back to when the idea of having a party on Hogmanay first arose.
Sandy and Nancy had invited the MacDonalds to celebrate Thanksgiving dinner with them; a new holiday for the immigrant family. Nancy was a fabulous cook and prepared an array of dishes that they had never before tasted. Besides the large, golden brown turkey, there were steaming bowls of food. Jimmy congratulated the cook, saying she had “laid a table fit for a king” as he filled his plate with the pasta, creamed corn, stuffing and cranberry sauce. But before he dug in, Cathy nudged him to wait.
Nancy halted Mark from scooping food into his mouth with an announcement that each person give thanks to God for something special in their life.
“
Before
we eat, darling,” she reminded her son.
He quickly said,
“Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. Let’s eat!” But only his parents laughed.
When i
t came to June, she prayed Granda and Granny B would visit for Christmas. Her wish brought up a conversation during dinner about past holidays in Scotland. Jimmy said how much fun the Scottish New Year was. Annie, who was old enough to remember, reminded her father that in Scotland, the New Year celebration was called Hogmanay.
“What a holiday it is! We have special things––
traditions, like paying off debts before the first of January,” Sandy told the children in seriousness.
“
We won’t have to worry about that tradition, eh, Jimmy?” Cathy said. Her husband didn’t believe in accumulating debts and lived frugally, day-by-day. He prided himself in being able to send weekly payments to Granda B for the money he had loaned them to make their move to America possible.
“
Mommy, what were the parties like at Hogmanay?” June said, crucifying the name the Scots called New Year’s Eve. It sounded like she said, “Hug many.”
The adults laughed so cheerfully that she joined in, thinking how happy everyone was with her question. She sat up in her chair, eager to hear about Scotland. Unlike Annie, who held on tightly to her remembrances of Scotland, June
’s memories of life there were fading.
The three adult Scots began to reminisce about Hogmanay. The descriptions of the holiday spilled out across the dining table as Jimmy, Sandy and Cathy related their stories about Scotland
’s most popular holiday, which was celebrated as though it were a religious event.
When Jimmy said the streets of Glasgow were busy with pe
ople going from house to house starting on New Year’s Eve, visiting and bringing gifts, June gathered that Hogmanay was like Halloween night.
“
What kind of gifts?” she asked.
Annie piped in,
“Granny always baked special things like holiday oat cakes and black buns.”
“
Whiskey cake and her famous shortbread. Oh yum!” Cathy jumped in, winking at her daughters as she licked her lips and made a wide circle on her belly.
“
Good whiskey,” Jimmy added.
Sandy told a story about the time they went bathing in the Clyde River
, just to see who could endure the cold water the longest. “It was so bloody frigid. If it hadn’t been for the whiskey keeping my blood moving and Cathy’s brother, Peter, jumping in to pull me out…”
Nancy interrupted the story with a sharp,
“Sandy! That’s not a good example for the children.”
“
Right dear. We were silly boys then. It’s a very dangerous thing to do,” he said seriously.
Cathy covered her smiling lips with a napkin and made big eyes at her daughters.
“Tell us more, Mommy,” June said, enjoying the cheery conversation.
Her mother clasped her hands and placed them on the table in front of her, her blue eyes glittering in the candlelight. Everyone sat still and listened as Cathy
’s soft Scottish voice told the story.
“There’s a very special ritual on
Hogmanay that begins at midnight on New Year’s Eve, acted out in the homes across Scotland. It’s customary that the first guest, called the first foot, enters a home shortly after midnight. It’s tradition that the first foot is a dark haired man who comes bearing gifts. It’s usually a lump of coal to keep the host’s home warm through the long cold winter and a bottle of Scotch to warm their souls.”
Jimmy interrupted,
“Ye hope it’s a dark haired man who enters first, because then you’d have good luck throughout the upcoming year.”
Cathy kept talking,
“Girls, your Granda B was a most welcomed guest as the first foot because he was tall and had black hair.” She was looking dreamily into the candle flame. “Until his hair turned white, that is.” Although she said it lightly, June sensed sadness in her mother’s voice.
“
Aye, he was always the life of the party, getting everybody to sing and the ladies up for a dance. It’s his favorite holiday,” Jimmy said nostalgically.
The room quieted as the storytellers b
ecame lost in their own memories.
Mark
’s demand for a piece of Nancy’s delicious pumpkin pie made his mother jump up from the table to take orders. “With or without ice cream,” she asked everyone.
June didn
’t want the enchanting Hogmanay tales to end. As the orders for pie were made, she asked, “Can we have a party?”
Her sisters cheered the idea loudly.
Jimmy and Cathy looked at each other across the table. She hesitated, fearful of letting down the girls if she took a spell of depression.
“
No a bad idea,” he said enthusiastically.
Looking at the girls
’ excited faces staring at her, it was hard not to give in to them. Cathy decided that celebrating Hogmanay in America would start a family tradition in their new country.
Cathy dunked her cloth into the bucket and stopped washing the bay windows as she meditated over the soapy bubbles and remembered past New Year’s Eves in Scotland. The days before the event were always very busy with giving the house a thorough cleaning, as was the tradition. It was believed that starting the New Year with a tidy and clean house would bring good luck. Besides hauling the carpets downstairs to the backyard for a hard beating to clean them, all bedding and curtains were taken to the steamie, as Laundromats are called in Scotland. On the family’s last Hogmanay in Glasgow, it was decided Annie was old enough to help out, while Granny B watched the younger bairns. Cathy and Annie pushed the pram, the large ornate baby carriage, crammed full of curtains and linens, along the streets, meeting other mothers and daughters on the same journey.
After waiting in line in the December chill
, they bought a ticket to enter the huge steamy room, smelling of wet clothes and soap. The steamie was full of women and girls, laughing and gossiping as they scrubbed their laundry on the washing boards. Piece by piece, they scrubbed up and down in big sinks filled with hot water and then wrung it all out by hand. They hung the laundry on wall racks for drying and placed larger items in big, hot cupboards that were pulled out of the wall. The gossiping and joking never stopped. The work was hard, but the excitement of the upcoming holiday created a festive atmosphere.
In reflection, Cathy realized how much she missed those times, especially the companionship of her mother and sisters-in-law at
the holidays. Still, she was as excited as the girls were about the party. With every wipe of the window, she assured herself that her family would be blessed anew.
A loud thump from her new Westinghouse washing machine on the back porch of the flat interrupted her daydream.
She tossed her washrag into the pail and went to deal with the problem.
June proudly presented Mrs. G with an invitation to their party. “It’s for your whole family,” she exclaimed.
Mrs. G accepted the invite, saying that she, her daughter
, Tesia, and her son-in-law would be most honored to attend. Later that day Mrs. G insisted Cathy accept a gift from her: she and Tesia would help with the preparations. Cathy gladly accepted, relieved to have the women’s help. The things that still needed to be done, overwhelmed her.
Jimmy and Sandy painted the living room and hallway
with a fresh coat of white paint and deep green on the wainscot and molding. Cathy used Mrs. G’s sewing machine to make drapes and curtains for the bay windows. She chose a rich burgundy color for the drapes that went well with the green paint and lacey white curtains that would hang beneath them.
When all was finished, Cathy and Jimmy watched their girls dance around with glee, exclaiming,
“We have a house like a rich person.” They indeed felt richly blessed with their new life.
The most welcomed gift of all was Mrs. G
’s offer to make new holiday dresses for the girls. At first, Cathy declined the generous offer, having noticed how easily the old woman tired. But Mrs. G insisted. She worked at her kitchen table making the dresses. June helped by running around the table and tidying up unused material and pieces of thread.
Once the dresses were finished, the old woman invited Cathy down to look at them.
“I make a party dress for you, too,” Mrs. G said, pointing to a dress hanging on the back of a door.
What
Cathy saw took her breath away. She ran her fingers gingerly over the fine French stitching on the hem of a dove-gray satin dress that had an authentic store-bought look. In an unusual display of emotion, Cathy threw her arms around Mrs. G.
As the d
ay grew closer to Hogmanay, the MacDonald females and Mrs. G shopped up and down Castro Street for the essential ingredients for the special Hogmanay foods that they would make.
Laughter and gossip erupted any
time the kitchen door opened as the women prepared the feast. When Cathy related funny tales of the steamie, the other women laughed heartily. The girls listened with merry curiosity as the adults reminisced about “home,” each telling her own story about life in Poland or Scotland.
With the cooking underway, Mrs. G and Tesia agreed with Cathy when she said
that it was a idea good for the girls to learn the proper preparation of the Scottish foods.
“
We must not forget our customs,” Mrs. G said adamantly. The other women nodded their heads affirmatively at her wisdom.
When it was time to bake the sweets
, June helped Annie roll out the dough for the cookies with a large rolling pin that Granny B had gifted Annie before leaving Scotland.
The girls happily tested the freshly baked buttery shortbread, sug
ar cookies, and the Dundee cake––a Hogmanay special. Mrs. G showed them how to decorate the cookies with sugar frosting by dipping a butter knife into hot water and carefully running it over the top of the frosting to give it a shiny glaze.
“
Mommy, see how fancy,” Maggie said, surveying the platter of cookies.
The women sipped glasses of sherry that would later be used for making the trifle pudding, which was a favorite holiday dessert made with cake, peaches soaked in wine
, and boiled custard poured over it.
The baked goods were stored away and attention was turned to the main courses. Stewed meat with thick brown gravy was placed into deep pans. Annie used Granny B
’s rolling pin to make a thin crust for the top of the pans. She then brushed a raw egg across the top so it would bake to a perfect golden brown, just the way Granny would have wanted it.
By the day of the party, steak pies, a large ham, the delicate trifle pudding and other delicious holiday foods lined the shelves in the Frigidaire, ready to be heated up when needed.
With the kitchen work finished, the girls hung colorful streamers throughout the flat and dangled fun paper party hats from them. Jimmy held Maggie up to hang a piece of mistletoe at the front door. This custom was not for kissing like at Christmas, but to prevent illness in the household.