I ran across a photo of my Mom from the 60's, when she was attending the Policeman's Ball with my Dad. My Dad, in the photos always seemed to be either posing for a mug shot or searching the ceiling for dust motes. My mom, however, was in her glory. For example she started 'tanning' by laying in depressions in the dunes at the beach in March (yes, we are in New England, but there was no such thing as a tanning salon in the 60's)... she drove all the way to Providence from Fall River (kind of unheard of then...) to shop for a dress like something she'd seen in Vogue. She saved for months to have a hairdresser come to our apartment the afternoon of the Ball.
She was the Queen of the Ball to us kids, and to Dad, too.
You were so glamorous, Mom....
