Garth and I went to the Junior Prom on Friday. It made me think back on my junior prom in the "old gym." What a great time we had. My date for the night was Stewart Behling, a long time friend. Neither of us had a "special" person in our lives, but we have always been friends so we went together. Back in those days we got our dance partners by lining the girls and boys up on opposite sides of the gym, from shortest to tallest, and we walked across the floor to meet our partners. I danced the promenade with Kerry Powell.
This is the only picture I can find of my prom. I know there is another picture of our "band" but it must not be scanned into Dad's flickr account yet. This shows what a typical "getting-ready" time was like in the Ware bathroom, everyone looking in the mirror at the same time.

I bought my dress from Sweet Briar's in Provo. It was the first one I saw, of course, and we went back for it after checking out some others. It cost $55.00, which was a lot in those days! And it was a store-bought dress.....one of the first I ever had. Mom made all our clothes, which were always beautiful, but we splurged and got to purchase a dress fro the prom. We got a good deal on it because Aunt Christy's sister worked at the store and gave us a family discount. The style of dresses was very simple back then, but looked very nice on all the girls. There is a big ruffle on the bottom, in the same blue color, trimmed across the top with the same colored band as the sleeves and high waist. The white part was a bubbly, puckered chiffon fabric. I remember thinking it was the most beautiful dress there. I am sure all the other girls thought the same about their dresses. I think I still have the dress downstairs somewhere, but don't quote me on that. When we started moving things around I got rid of some old things, so it might be gone. I guess I will have to check on that. I remember JoAnn Arnold did my hair for the night (she was the new, young mom in town at the time). She volunteered because I was the babysitter for her boys and she wanted to help me out for the prom. She bought the pretty clip that was in my hair.
Our theme was "Pieces of April", a popular song by a group called Bread. It was very appropriate since the prom was always in April back then. We decorated with pastel colors. We lowered the ceiling, dividing it up in large squares. Each square was then filled in with a million (ok, maybe just a few hundred)twisted streamers of one color, creating a beautiful patchwork design. I remember how difficult it was to plan out the colors and the direction the streams were all going, so every square was different from any around it. To see a picture of the ceiling, visit
Sandra's blog. Our prom was a "never to be forgotten" event. My date and I got there early and were met at the door by my dad, who was a junior class advisor. He immediately,"It will be alright," meaning something was wrong. Yes, something was terribly wrong. The live band was over in Green River, not Castle Dale. The band from Richfield missed the exit on I-70 and ended up in Green River! They would be late.....So much for Friday, the 13th! I think we were the only kids that actually danced to the music of Three Dog Night for their prom. We got the old record player out of the office and someone went home and got their record collection and that is what we danced to. After everyone arrived, we got ready for the floor show, doing the traditional promenade with our dance partners. As the promenade started up, in walked the band, right across the floor in the middle of the promenade! They proceeded to unplug our music to get themselves ready to start playing! What crazy guys!
Finally, we got the floor show over, the students danced with their parents (yes, we did that back then, too) and everyone was happy. We all decided we weren't going to stay and dance with that band after they ruined our prom, so we left to our parties. When the band noticed that so many people were leaving and no one staying, they thought they would leave early. Hellooooo, they just got there! Dad reminded them they had a contract to play for 3 hours, so he made them stand there and play to an empty gym. My dad hated dances and the loud music, but he stayed there for 2 hours listening to them play. He was nice and let them finish after two hours.
Stewart and I went back to my house for a party with many other friends. We ate, played games, sang around the piano, and just hung out. It was a fun night, and obviously one I still remember.
Memories....what great friends they are.