By the storytellers of the Huntington
Once upon a time...
A gentleman and a lady are dancing in the front - he's dancing with his grandmother.
The other guys are over at the bar having sarsaparilla soda.
This must be the recreation room because people are doing all sorts of different things.
Two little grandchildren: they're just watching the old folks. They're very interested.
It's about 11 o'clock in the morning.
There's a quartet in the background deciding what they're going to sing for us. They're planning to sing "When the Saints Go Marching In." (at which point we all sang the song together!)
It's spring or early fall. It is contemporary - they're all dressed appropriately.
They're down in New Orleans - you never know what's gonna happen there.
It's a church group, a regular Saturday morning program like the 11 o'clock ones at the Huntington.
That guy shouldn't have his foot on that chair: it's dangerous even though they're young.
The guy that's dancing looks like Bob's son, David.
He's in the lion's den so he must be about 62.
The guys are gonna sing at 12 o'clock in the dining room. They're gonna go from table to table and sing songs for the people.
They're dancing the night away even though it's 11 o'clock in the morning.
They were there all night - "I Could Have Danced All Night!" (at which point we all sang that song!)
The girls, the kids are trying to figure out what's going on. They are just watching their great grandmother. They are the only ones having snacks. They're waiting for Neara to come introduce the group.
Before the quartet got here, they had coffee at 10 o'clock, then they had to go to practice before the show.
They also said a prayer. There are four generations here.
The family rested first so they could really participate.
Their mother dropped the girls off (she had to get to work).
There must be some kind of day care at the church group.
They are going to be entertained at 12.
The people in the quartet came forward and took a curtsy and got everyone excited.
The show went very well.
It's very unusual having a quartet and dancing in the same place, but they danced all night.
Uncle George is dancing: he's looking out for the two little kids.
We nap from 2 to 3. They have refreshments at 3.
Mimosas, ginger-ale, coke.
Monday night we usually don't have anything.
The great grandmother is Lizzie - Tin Lizzie.
The kids are Mary, Jane, and Anita. There's a barricade like they use in the street.
There's a stage behind it. The barrier keeps people safe when they're ice skating.
The quartet is Eenie, Meenie, Minie, and Mo. Their mother liked rhymes and that's why she named them that way.
They get together again next week and every Tuesday night.
And they lived happily ever after.