My husband and I celebrated our 25th anniversary last weekend with a square dance party/marshmallow roast at our barn. We are grateful to all the friends and relatives who helped us end our first quarter-century with a hoot and a holler, especially my sisters, one of whom flew all the way from Boston with her daughter for our anniversary party, and our best man J.C., who came up from Los Angeles and swept floors, hauled firewood, and generally slaved to help us get everything ready.
It wouldn’t have been my kind of party without lots of food:
These people may just look confused, but they were actually a finely tuned square dance mechanism, executing the Virginia Reel:
The fiendish Left Hand Star almost destroyed our square in the second set:
And hey, who are those two old people?
(Thanks to our friend Mary W. for the photo and my sister Carol for the party hats.)
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