Not one kiss
Tried 'em all
There was a shy innocence in those years: girls dancing in a group, boys hamming it up in their corner, everyone hoping to attract the attention of the other.
Music – louder the better – was the pathway towards dissolving inhibitions. Romance, as we knew it from the movies, began at a prom always ending with a tender kiss – we seem to have missed what was in between.
My poor mother coming down the basement stairs, aghast at the chaos and Pa, carrying the birthday cake is, as always, oblivious.
Oil 40" x 30"