They were standing in the dining room area of the Florida house - it was early evening - men were wearing the appropriate attire (funny looking pink and green pastel pants) and chatter was everywhere. But Papa's voice was un-ignorable.
I was 14 at the time - I think. The worry of sickness is not part of this memory - so I think this moment occurred before cancer joined us and became an ever-present member of my family.
Nan shot Papa the look - many of you reading know the look well - and said "Well who was with you - because it certainly was not me." She glanced at me - then back at Papa and the message was clear (1) I never necked and (2) Amy is here.
Papa said "Well, Anne, there is no way it was anyone else."
I dreamed about this moment recently. I remember it vividly. And it made me want to return to researching the family - and consider courtship, dating, teen age years, and love. All of those "things" are present in this story -
- Papa and Joe were remembering being young.
- Nan was more worried about me being on the precipice of teen age hood
- I was at an adult party - watching, listening, learning - I wanted to jump into adulthood with both feet - immediately
From Front Porch to Back Seat: Courtship in Twentieth Century America
Teenage: The Pre-History of Youth Culture: 1875-1945
Damned and the Beautiful: American Youth in the 1920s