D is for Dance Card: The Dating Game. No. 4 of 26 posts in the April 2024 Blogging From #AtoZChallenge. Theme: My Life: The Prequel (in Snapshots) adding my parents’ stories to the family history mix. Please join me on the journey.
Growing up, my siblings and I sometimes complained about having such a long surname — hard to pronounce, hard to fit onto school forms, you know the drill.
And of course we held our parents, Norm and Peg (Laurence) Charboneau, responsible.
“Well, you might have had a much shorter name if things had gone differently,” Dad would quip, glancing at Mom — and they’d both laugh.
Mom’s other beau
Turns out that Mom had been dating another guy before Dad — we’ll call him Bruce Clark. And his name was short enough to fit onto one line of the tiny Dance Card dangling from Mom’s wrist at the regular sorority balls she attended while at Potsdam State Teachers College.
Apparently Mom and Bruce were still a item when Dad returned from the Navy to resume his electrical engineering studies at nearby Clarkson Tech. Bruce was at Clarkson, too, studying chemical engineering — but he also had some musical talent, which probably appealed to my music-major mom. Dad, alas, could never carry a tune.
Dad’s summer romance
Meanwhile, in 1946 my dad was fresh back from the Navy and making a bit of a splash in his hometown, where he spent the summer helping out at his parents’ Otter Lake Hotel before returning to Clarkson.
Tall, slim, and handsome in his Navy uniform, Dad apparently took a shine to one of the hotel employees. Decades later, Dad told me she was the inspiration for the character Rosy in his semi-autobiographical novel Labor Day Mystery: A Red Flannel Yarn (quoted below).
“Rosemary ‘Rosy’ Kent was the chambermaid for the Inn…She was also Norman’s summer romance, only slightly older than he was….She had a crown of shining, short, tawny curls, brown eyes and a square determined jaw. Her wide, smiling, full lips over teeth made orthodonticaly prefect from her winter earnings as a beautician, hairdresser and facial specialist, completed the view.”
In the end, though, neither Bruce nor Rosy stood a chance once my parents met. They may have provided a point of comparison and a few youthful memories of the dating years, but my Mom and Dad ultimately chose one another as life partners — bequeathing to us kids our long, but genealogically interesting, surname.
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What a great post! Thanks for the mini lesson on dance cards! How wonderful that your mom kept her dance card all these years, so that you now have a fun piece of your mom’s social history! 🙂
This is fabulous. I was hoping that the inside of the dance card would show that every dance was your dad’s!
Dance cards bring to me a nostalgia for a simpler time. Yet times are never simple, are they? My parents’ times weren’t simple, as World War II began in the fourth year of their marriage. Dad was a naval aviator. I enjoy how you illustrate your posts with memorabilia.
What a fabulous post. I’ve heard about dance cards. How fun and I love the photograph.
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Oh this post has the beginnings of a wonderful story ~ have you thought about it? Dance cards always fascinated me when I heard about ~ Great post ~ thanks,
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I thought dance cards were an expression. Now I know they were real, and how they worked. I am amazed at how much you have from your parents’ early years – yearbooks, dance cards, photos, you name it. It makes the posts even more interesting.
Your surname must make it easier to do genealogical research. I really appreciate mine. Those common names are so difficult to pin down!
Totally agree. I’ve come to appreciate having a long and unusual name, particularly when researching.
I’m amazed that your Mum kept her Dance Card. My Mum throws out everything including photos. Very frustrating. I love this story and think after the way you write about your Dad, how could your Mum possibly have resisted him.
She actually kept three of them! But this Dance Card was the most photogenic. I’m fascinated by what my parents’ kept from their youth/young adulthood — because those were the items that were special to them.
Awww what a cute story!! I never realized that was how dance cards worked, but it also never occurred to me that they didn’t just stick them in their purses. Around the wrist makes a lot of sense. For what it’s worth, though your surname may have its challenges, I think it sounds beautiful.
Thanks, Torrie. I think you can actually see a couple of women in the dance photo with dance cards at their wrist.