And here we are in 1970, at my own birthday party. I’m in the center, with my sister Jill in front of me. We’re out on the back patio. From left, there’s my neighbor Kathy, sisters Lisa and Lori from church, then after me Bekki from church and Cheryl. My mom was always a fan of inviting the number of kids to the party to correspond to the age of the honoree. So, I keep getting more guests the older I get …
Finally, my 1972 party. Here, I’m in the front row, 2nd from the left, wearing my prized zebra-stripe jumper. To the left of me is my sister, to the right, Missy, who loved horses so much that she actually ate grass at recess. Then Cyndy, who sat out the ouija board with me once at a slumber party (you’ll have to read my memoir to get all the details), and Melissa. Back row, we have Trina, Regina, Karen (I’m not sure what she’s doing …), Amy, Tressa, and Cheryl. Most of these girls I haven’t seen or talked to in years and years. Isn’t it amazing how I remember all their names?
One thing I notice is how dressed up most of us are. Somewhere along the way, girls stopped dressing up for birthday parties like they were church (then again, somewhere along the line most girls stopped dressing up for church too!). Also, the birthday parties of my childhood almost always involved going to someone’s house and playing games like squash the balloon, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, or things like that. No parties at Chuck-E-Cheese, movie theaters, or craft places. It was a different, simpler time.
What do you remember about birthday parties of your childhood?