
![]() Friday, March 7th, 2003 |
As we entered the tropical sock hop in the St. Joan of Arc gym, we all got "lei’d". You know, we were given a wreath of plastic flowers similar to those worn around the necks in Hawaii.
After donating a food shelf item, getting name tags and contributing our snack to share, we gazed upon our tropical setting. Well, the two year old and I gazed - the older girls had already kicked off their shoes and set out for the dancing. What a great set up! Dancing! Volleyball! Hair-braiding and face painting! Tropical crafts, food and a cake walk! The gym was magically transformed by the brightly colored tables, fish decor, paper palm trees and even shiny, tiny tropical confetti placed on each of the tables. Of course, the highlight of the decor (and it always will be for me) was the disco ball. I noticed that the disco ball was still placed high in the gym’s ceiling for Sunday Mass.
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| Cristine Patlan, with husband Mike and daughter Cecelia |
And why come to the sock hop on this cold winter evening? Patrick, aged maybe four, gave a less heady answer than Cristine’s: “My Mom drove me.” And Grace, aged eight, said, “last year they gave out prizes.” Just as I was approaching my next sock hopper, I was cut short. Why? The limbo had started. This was followed by the ever popular cha cha shuffle.

After we caught our breaths, I returned to the question, “What is the best thing about the sock hop?”: It is fun for all ages; My kids look forward to this all year; This is the closest we get to the tropics for spring break; The kids that come here; You get to wear your summer clothes; The dancing; The music … and (one we never hear from children at St. Joans) THE COOKIES! Mark closed the comment session with, “it is the gidgetist of all the sock hops I’ve ever been to!”
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