Among those things I read pretty thoroughly are the obituaries, or “obits,” in the vernacular. Several times a month a name in the obits will jump forth as somebody from my past, and such was the case this week when Betty Teubner’s obit ran. Fifty some years flew away, and I was back in the 1960s when Sam and I were newlyweds and lived at 590 North 5th West. (I fabricated the street number using a progression from houses down the street, which is not the correct way to do it, but I think the numbers may still be on the house.)
Dinner-dance club was a big thing in those days (along with fancy cocktail dresses). Several couples would gather at one or another house before the evening’s festivities for ... you guessed it ... cocktails.
The evening that came to mind is one that took place at Bill and Betty Teubner’s house over in Mountain View Subdivision, which was new at the time. Other residents included Les Erbes and Ed Claus, Don and Barbara Robinson, Doc and Louise West and a bunch of others whose names don’t come to mind just now.
Bill and Betty were hosting the pre-party do. They had just had carpet installed in the living room, and the door to the coat closet wouldn’t open properly because of the height of the carpet. Bill was a meticulous man (the word fussy comes to mind) and he was bent on fixing the situation then and there. Out came tools and a sawhorse. He measured at least twice, then cut the required amount off the door and sanded the cut area.
He cut the top of the door off by mistake. Laughter was not in order, but we couldn’t help ourselves.
Speaking of cocktail dresses, we had four sources of fine clothes in Moab then: The Elaine Shop, Mary and Louise (is that right?), The Alice Jo Shop and Miller’s Clothing. No need to leave town to shop for dresses, although most of us waited for the sales.
In terms of men’s attire, Miller’s Clothing stocked name-brand suits and Florsheim Shoes. Underwear and hosiery came in little flat boxes with tissue, all housed in glass cases. Shades of Jack Benny. Boy, were we uptown!
I recall a trip Sam and I made to Texas for a convention of some sort. My cocktail dress had such a full skirt and so many crenolines that it took a full suitcase by itself, and those were the days before roll-along luggage.
I think this is considered bragging, but so be it. My vegetable garden, consisting of a pepper plant, two tomato plants and an eggplant, has yielded two ripe tomatoes and two substantial green peppers, so far. Yum.