The saga continues.
Karen’s POV: A sociological comment first. Modern Orthodoxy was very different in the 50’s and 60’s. Our culture was more innocent, hence, the barrier between the general society and our own did not have to be as high. At least that is my theory. Boy/girl parties began in 5th grade, dating in 8th, and we had dances and proms even in yeshiva. The “Welcome Freshman Dance” was the highlight of our entrance into 9th grade. But, as far as I know, there was no drug problem, no pre-marital sex. There was a refinement that is lacking even among the girls in our high schools who use profanities and coarse words with abandon such as “suck” and worse. But, don’t get me started.
Robert has a pretty accurate grasp of my mind-set. I have a hazy memory of “The Dance.” We were in the basement, there was pizza, and I remember thinking, “Why did this boy ask me to dance? I never spoke to him in my life.” It was sort of a “pity dance” because I was polite and didn’t know how to say no. We didn’t talk or anything. In fact, we didn’t speak again until seven years later when we met on the basketball court after my camp played Robert’s camp. At that time I remember thinking that Robert looked cute. He was wearing John Lennon glasses now. So don’t let him tell you that I gave him another pity dance.