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I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome. I wish ...
| The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins |
The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.
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When you lived in New Orleans, you had to have a Sweet 16 birthday party. Now I have to admit one thing here - recently one of my young grandchildren showed me a TV show something about My Sweet 16 and these extremely rich, extremely obnoxious young girls who get lavish parties with famous rock stars and new cars and cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Now our parties were not on that scale of massive extravagance, but we had some downright big big parties. We would rent out the local halls and the bands would play (bands are a dime a dozen in New Orleans even back then as well as today although less today-today of course given our city is not back on its feet).
Girls would decorate the halls with lights, bells, flowers and balloons. The balloon guy was our favorite, as we'd suck in the helium and talk funny. Plus it made you dizzy and giggly.
I can't find any pictures of my dress, although I may have some buried elsewhere, but I found one eerily similar to the one I wore on this neat site http://www.fashion-era.com/images/Vintage_Clothes_Images/jonpeachmain1709.jpg
I must say that I was gorgeous that night. Do you remember back when you were 16? Your skin was so perfect and dewey, your body young and fresh. Ah, what I would give to go and relive those perfect, perfect days. I had on a simple tiara that my own mother had worn at her Sweet 16 and a necklace of diamonds and orange sapphires from my Aunt Dorothy.
My Sweet 16 had Bart & the Tones playing. We called them Bart and the Toads because two of the members had warts all over their faces. But these fine gentlemen could really bring down the house. They knew how to work a crowd.
My father had since passed so my Uncle Dewey was the one who led my first dance. My dance card was filled for the entire evening. It was a hot night but we set up big fans so the night air cooled us, along with lots of tea and punch (whiskey for the men, mint juleps for the lovely ladies).
I didn't have my first kiss that night but certainly was Cinderella.