Sometimes a lovely memory is better to be left as is...
A few weeks back, I wrote about the crazy love my family had for dancing. If you missed it click HERE. After seeing a recent story on Marathon Dancing in the 20s and 30s it got me thinking about sock hops.
You won't be surprised to learn I loved them! I tried and tried to convince the nuns that we should have a dance marathon to raise money for a much needed new library. Well, not surprisingly the nuns would have nothing to do with the idea. We were back to bake sales...
So I have a fond memory of sock hops and the coveted dance marathon.
As I imagined it!
Dancer Alma Cummins, who helped start the dance marathon craze. Photo taken after 27 hours of straight dancing.
The Twenties are Roaring and the Dance Marathon continued to rage until the stock market crash of 1929 followed by the Great Depression. Dance Marathons became quite perverse. Because dancing in a marathon didn’t just mean the possibility of a cash prize. It meant being fed and sheltered for the duration of the contest.
I don't know about you but my happy memory of sock hops now seems a bit smudged by knowing that desperate people will do desperate things to stay alive. You can read about DeVillier who danced 443 hours straight HERE and I would love your thoughts.
Lordie, I am trying so hard to get geared up for the Holidays. It's kind of like that expression, I had an idea but nothing happened..... So I have bin after bin of Sari Ribbon and I thought I would make a few ornaments. (One.) Do you like? Should I make more in lots of colors???
