A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Monday, March 11, 2013
One summer evening before ninth grade, a neighborhood boy came over so we could listen to records. Parents imposed ground rules: all doors leading to the living room must remain open; no dimming of lights; and, he had to leave by 9PM. We danced the jitterbug - had a great time - but when cheek-to-cheek dancing commenced, Daddy decided it was "time to call it a night."