Patti Stowell sent a website to me that featured the place that we all frequented for our regular date nights every week of our lives, or so it seems! It was The Armory; the local Armored Guard Station that a local promotor, Bob Dye, would rent & stage teen age dances. It was just about as regular as the sunrise during my teen years, every Saturday night.
When I was very young, I went with my brothers, then later I went with my girlfriends. Later I went with dates. It was so fun to get ready for 'the dance'. As a girl in the 60's you would have to spend all of Saturday & probably part of Friday night (to wash your hair so it would be dry by Saturday night). We would agonize over make-up...was this too much? too little? was this too much ratting our hair? too high? not enough? too much hair spray (it would make your hair stick to your dance partners' face when you slow danced if you used too much)? We had to take turns at the bathroom mirror doing our hair & make-up, but I don't remember any arguments over that. We did argue over clothes, though.......always!
Anyway, here are a couple of pictures that included some family members from our youth that I wanted you all to see. Show the grandkids so they can be shocked!
This is a fun, fun, fun site that Tony & I had a blast reviewing! I included the montage so you could get an idea of the dress, hair, etc of our times. When did we become 'The Oldies'? I don't remember voting on that?!
