January 3, 2013Mom & DadInsty links to some very cool pictures of a 1940s dance in Oklahoma.
My Dad met my Mom in Oklahoma in the 1940s. I grew up on stories about "rolling up the rugs." After the USO closed, a large crowd would show up at Grandmother & Grandfather's house, where they would roll up the rugs and dance for several hours. Though these Farm Security Administration photos look a million years old, and the UK Daily Mail presents them as what people from outer space might look like, I suspect these scenes would have been pretty commonplace to my folks. Yes, I am still a spring chicken, but I was the youngest child of late bloomers (Dad at least). The generations quickly disappear into ancient history in my family. |
And those kids sleeping on the bed (click through) are my father's generation.
Posted by: johngalt at January 3, 2013 2:55 PM | What do you think? [1]