Times Have Changed
I have been doing some research on my great grandmother (born in 1890) and I recently came across her autobiography. I was quite excited to read through it and was fascinated by the details of her life. There were stories of living through the depression, the world wars, and the deaths of two of her children. I am in awe of all she had to endure and her strength. In the midst of her life history, I came across this gem, and it had me laughing for quite some time.
“When I was about seventeen years old, I went to a dance. It was a “Toe Dance”. The girls had to stand in line behind a curtain and stick their toes out from under the curtain. The boys would put their mark on the girls toes and then take the girl they chose to the scale and pay so much a pound for his ticket in to the dance. I was always some what of a chunky girl. I weighed one hundred and fifty pounds at that time and the boy that picked me left the dance without paying his ticket.”
Genealogy for me is not just about names and dates and temple work. It’s about getting to know my ancestors and learning about their lives. Stories like this remind me that they were real people, not just names on a paper, and that they have very unique and fascinating stories to share!