My mom always made black-eyed peas and greens on New Years Day. My dad insisted on it. Mom was from Seattle and my dad from Arkansas. We lived in Southern California. Just for good measure, my Aunt Marion (not a blood relative but she was like my mom's sister) would visit and we would have a bite of pickled herring.
As an adult I don't cook black-eyed peas or greens. I was never fond of them as a kid. My parents have been gone now for 8 and 3 years respectively. How I would love a plate of beans and greens now.