We had a lot of fun yesterday going to the Harvard-Yale football game, then on to a party at the Hills, who presented us with an album of candid pictures of ourselves and friends at recent parties.
The captions were hilarious and Marguerite further enlivened the pages with drawings in the margins. Ed and I were touched by all the time and trouble taken by the gang at this second party for us.
|PRESENTED ON NOVEMBER 19, 1962|
But of course they couldn't. As of February, 2012, most of the guests have departed permanently, with a few exceptions such as Blake Thaxter, Connie Barnard, Dottie Remick, and your correspondent, tearsandlaughter at 90.
|JAYNE AND BLAKE (BARRISTER) THAXTER|
WATCH IT, DEAR, THE TABLE MAY BE BUGGED . . .
|FUNNY. . .|
|RAY AND DOTTIE REMICK, CHARTER MEMBERS OF THE HARD CORE|
BUT ONE TWIRL BROKE HIS PARTNER'S LEG.
Found 6-21-12 while working on something else:
I attended the Eatons' 50th wedding anniversary celebration at the golf club. I looked rather fetching for a woman almost seventy‑one, I thought. A friend had given me a dress she'd outgrown, brightish blue with an abstract design in white swirls, coming barely to my knees. With white pumps and a white chiffon scarf camouflaging my unswanlike neck, I could have easily passed for sixty if I weren't attached to these 100‑year‑old hands and arms. Get real, Barbara. How would you write in your journal if you weren't attached to your arms?
I danced with two eligible bachelors and, as usual with ineligible Louis. He swept me into his Fred-and-Ginger routine, gazing down at me soulfully. I've never known how to cope with that gaze. Do I stare back at him soulfully with my left eye turning in, as it's prone to do under stress? He twirled me and swirled me with abandon, luckily not breaking my leg as he did his sister-in-law's (or so he told me between swirls). I quit gazing soulfully and began watching my feet.
|SALLY (ONE OF THE STEWED TOMATOES) AND WHITEY BREWER|
| BLAKE THAXTER, PARTY ANIMAL AND ED'S BEST FRIEND |
(TO MY OCCASIONAL DESPAIR)
|MARYLIN AND PORTER JOHNSON|
|CONNIE AND JACK BARNARD|
|PRE-TEEN TIMMY GAVE OUR BRIDGE FOURSOME THE GIGGLES |
OVER HIS FASCINATION WITH CONNIE FOR TWO OBVIOUS REASONS . . .
|IT'S A DIFFERENT PARTY, BUT THE TWO REASONS ARE MORE OBVIOUS|
|BETTY & PAUL DUSOSSOIT|
MY MOTHER LOVED TO TELL US THAT THE DEUCES WILD CALLED WHILE WE WERE OUT.
|TOM AND CELESTE CHURCHILL|
MARGUERITE, CLEARLY RECOVERED FROM HER MORNING AFTER, LOOKS BEAUTIFUL. ONE OF HER CHILDREN TOLD ME SOMETHING THAT TOUCHED ME DEEPLY WHEN I WENT TO HER WAKE. MY MEMOIR* WAS OPEN ON HER BEDSIDE TABLE WHEN SHE DIED.
* Take My Ex-Husband, Please --But Not Too Far, Little, Brown and Company, 1991