We were so very lucky to have been raised in a small village, Walpole, New Hampshire. Walpole (like many places in the state) was a friendly place, where everyone knew each other, doors were never locked, and the neighbors were all special and caring.
The village of Walpole had a large Town Hall. The second floor boosted a stage with a dance floor (of course the room was frequently set up with for plays, large meetings and all). On Saturday nights, the Allen Kendall orchestra played wonderfully dancing music, including both ballroom and square dancing—something for everyone. It was the place to be on Saturday nights when I was in hight school.
Our high school class (WHS, class of 1959) was small—there were 27 of us from three communities, Walpole, Drewsville, and Westmoreland. Though a very small community during our sophomore year some of our parents called in a professional dance couple to teach us the basics of ballroom dancing and etiquette. I remember that year fondly. At the end of our sessions, my parents hosted a small dinner party for my twin and I and our dates and another couple before we headed out to show off our skills in a dance competition.
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