This is what that sad and depressed ninth grader looked like. |
She also looked like this. |
I went to the Prom with Jimmy, a boy from the ward. We double dated with my best friend, Norene, who also went with a boy from the ward. Jimmy must have been at least 15 because he had a driver's license and access to a car. Back in those olden dates, you could get your driver's license at 15. My date to the prom was the first date I had where a parent didn't have to do the driving. I remember Jimmy picked me up in either an Oldsmobile or Buick that was painted two-tone blue and white. It also had huge fins. I felt pretty grown up.
Now it may seem shocking that at fourteen and a half, I was allowed to date and go on the date in a car. Back in those olden days, the church didn't have the hard fast rule that teenagers shouldn't go on a date of any kind until they were sixteen. I never dated anyone steadily at that tender age. But Jimmy wasn't my first date as I went to a ward Gold and Green ball with a young man in ward the previous winter.
I finished up the ninth grade with promotion exercises held in the school gym. Quoting from my personal history "It was all very formal and saddening.". "Next step, senior high, YORKTOWN HERE WE COME!!".
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