The anniversary bash differed from our family's usual entertaining because it took place in the evening, not on a Sunday afternoon. Guests arrived on a Saturday night in their finest fashions, ready to eat, drink, and dance.
Suburban Chicago, May 1968. We are ready for the guests to arrive. Mom wears a gold, silk dupioni dress that she sewed. This was the beginning of the wig era.
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Suburban Chicago, May 1968. After dinner, some of the guests enjoyed coffee in the living room.
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Suburban Chicago, May 1968. Other guests enjoyed drinks and smokes in the Rec Room. Hey! We've seen some of these same folks before.
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Suburban Chicago, May 1968. After dessert, we dance. Here, my Godfather takes me for a spin.
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Suburban Chicago, May 1968. People make tender toasts to my Parents. (There's the taxidermied Mountain Goat head popping out from behind my Godmother's hairdo.)
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Suburban Chicago, May 1968. Everyone is tired by the end of the night. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, is about to doze off. My Mom has opened the Rec Room door leading to the backyard; it's probably gotten pretty smoky inside.
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That last photo is a really nice remembrance of my Uncle K.
He had a wicked sense of humor and was the master of the backhanded compliment (as you found out at your wedding!)
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