Today, we set the controls on the wayback machine to minus 50 years for a journey back in time to a prom night when I drove a different machine, my Uncle Walter’s ’55 Chevy. We didn’t drink alcohol, we kept all our clothes on and we had a blast.
The girl on the left, the one with the big smile and bigger eyes is Joanne. Yours truly is standing next to her. I don’t remember the names of the other couple. The other girl was a friend of Joanne’s. The occasion was West Catholic Girls HS Senior Prom that was always held in December. Joanne and I both worked at Woolworth’s. When she asked me if I would be her escort I said of course. We had such a good time that I asked Joanne to my senior prom (West Catholic Boys) a month or so later.
Joanne and I dated on and off during our senior year. One time I borrowed my father’s 1951 DeSoto for a night out to a play at West Girls. That car was a beast and it had a short somewhere in the electrical system. I carried a wrench so I could disconnect one of the battery cables each time I parked the thing. Joanne had a terrific sense of humor and thought this was funny, so funny that our adventure became the talk of West Girls. Good thing my Uncle Walter was kind enough to lend me his super cool, reliable ’55 Chevy for the prom(s). LOL
The photo was scanned from a drugstore print I found in our family album a few months ago. The print had been sitting on my desk since. When I looked at it on Saturday night I realized that prom night was 50 years ago. I think it’s a neat photo so I tuned it up using PWP for a fun Monday Musings.