To the Editor:
They came in poodle skirts and fancy gowns and casual duds straight out of Grease. It was the first annual ‘50s Mother/Son dance at C.C. Wells. Moms who had probably worked all day dressed up to the nines for the shindig. And the boys, some sporting suits and ties, some in leather jackets with slicked back hair were so proud of their dates.
I arrived a little early and took up a spot at a window looking out to the parking lot. I saw a lot of young men opening doors for Mom and offering an arm for the walk to the door. I thought to myself, this looking GOOD!
It just got better, and better.
First there was pizza and salad and soft drinks. The young couple (DJ KAT) who ran the show wisely suggested that everybody eat hearty before the dance got under way. Then the young woman of the duo commenced to keep the whole group on the floor for the entire evening. Playing the dances that everybody knows and everybody can do. The old favorites like the Macarena and YMCA, the Chicken Dance and the Hokey Pokey.
It was a wonderful happy evening. The best came at the last slow dance. With the Moms and sons holding on to each other in sweet exhaustion. Glimpses of little girls that were and young men soon to be.
Greta Shefers
