Going to a dance at North Augusta
By Stella Maneilly
I remember a time when parents were a lot more strict than they are now, and going to a dance meant a ride in the cutter.
In those days, our parents wouldn't even let us play cards let alone go to a dance! Well, I was goin' with Jonathon Carley at the time and he asked me to go to this dance at North Augusta. The Masons were puttin' it on. I said there's no way my folks was gonna let me go so he said just tell them we're goin' over to (my brother) Joe's for supper.
Well, I went upstairs and put my new dress on – in those days a new dress was really something special – and in comes my mother and she says “Here! You're not wearing your new dress over to Joe's for supper! Your old dress'll do fine!” So I took it off and put on my old dress. Then when she went back downstairs, I put my new dress back on again and kep' it tucked up under my coat until we got out the door.
Oh, we had a grand time!
Well, we went to come home – we were travellin' in the winter – and here there was a snowstorm blowin' to beat the blazes outside. We didn't know it inside the hall until we went outside. We didn't get home 'til 3 in the morning! The horse just followed the road, knowin' the way.
Course my father was up – had the fire lit. He made Jonathon put the horse away and stay the rest of the night.