It gave you a chance to meet people from all the schools and to have a really good time. Mrs. Plemons, who ran the Teen Club, was respected by all.
When I turned 16 and got my license that was the best.
My mother would ask, “How many girls are going with you tonight?” and I would say 3 or 4, but like all good mothers she knew it was a lot more girls than that.
We also loved to cruise the joints. Our favorite was Dari Delight. You needed to get there early in order to get the good spots, so you could see everyone. With gas being only 25 cents per gallon you could ride a lot, but my friend’s daddy said we could only put 50 miles on the car in one night.
In all that time I never met my husband but I am sure he was out there cruising in his bad 1955 Chevy with bucket seats, 4-speed, 327 , 350 HP, 456 rear end. (Guess who told me to say that?).
I am one lucky woman. I repeat, those were the good old days!