DANCES
My Pen pal of 55 years who recently passed away.
While writing my latest book, THE BROKEN CIRCLE, it brought me back to my childhood and friends. It brought to life all the silly little things that we did as teenagers, my girlfriends and I.
We went to an awful lot of park dances. Longfellow Park was the place where we went. It was wonderful. The building was used as a warming house in the winter for ice skating, which we all did, and also for dances. I don’t recall how the building was arranged, but that doesn’t matter. We had fun. A local band played on either Friday or Saturday night and a number of classmates would go. It was a wonderful way for us young teens to learn to dance. The Beatles plus all of the ‘British Invasion’ bands were top of the list for the local bands to learn their music.
Afterward, sometimes we’d walk the couple of blocks to the White Castle on Lake Street and purchase a burger before going home. Usually it was arranged ahead of time for either of our dad’s or my brother, to drive us home. My girlfriends, Chrissy and Connie, stuck together and seldom went anywhere alone.
From researching for this book, it made me think of all the postcards and array of family pictures I have acquired over the years. Now I plan to show my postcards and talk a little about the history of postcards to various Sons of Norway lodges and also Swedish groups. It’ll be an awful lot of fun. I’m already scheduled in Glenwood, Thief River Falls, MN and Fargo, ND.
You can find me at anyone of these places.
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