Pride of Erin danced at debut
It was actually my girlfriend who made her debut and I was really only her partner.
However, I should be forgiven for thinking it was my debut, seeing it is not every day that we chaps have to dress up in a dinner suit, bow tie and wear clean socks.
I venture to say that for most of us the wearing of a dinner suit would have been a once in a lifetime event.
But worse than our attire was the obligation to learn "proper" dancing; in particular the Pride of Erin, a rather complicated dance requiring some intricate manoeuvres, turns and steps.
Of course, where the male ego is concerned, one had to put on a good show and not appear an absolute dill.
However, many rehearsals under the expert guidance and tuition of local dance maestro, Kevin Hartas, a bunch of uncoordinated and clumsy fellows who were more used to Rock and Roll were ready for the big night.
This was the second debutantes' ball organised by Woy Woy Apex Club at the Pacific Cabaret at Ettalong.
Suits were hired from Mortimers at Gosford, and copious lashings of Spruso or Brylcreem ensured that we looked at least presentable.
We were required to meet our partners at Arthur Young's Studio for formal photos.
The girls of course looked lovely in gorgeous long white dresses smothered in lace and diamantes.
Hair and makeup was professionally done and, probably for about the 20th time that year, I fell hopelessly in love.
Photos done, we then proceeded to the hall where everyone was already seated anxiously waiting for our arrival.
Tickets were sold out weeks beforehand with families of each debutante being allotted a table, with the remainder occupied by Apexians and members of the public.
Proud parents, grandparents, siblings, cousins and nephews were all there waiting for the big moment.
Music was supplied by Milton Clark and his Rhythm Boys.
A drum roll announced our arrival.
We walked in looking very serious and rather self-conscious and, after forming a line near the stage, the music started up, the doors opened and one by one the girls emerged looking radiant and confident.
They paused momentarily underneath the archway to be introduced to the adoring audience and then proceeded slowly to be presented to Miss Enyd Connelly by the Matron of Honour, Mrs Wynn Burford.
Miss Connelly, by the way, was the Vice-President of the Federal Association of Dancing (what, no politicians!).
All this took place with great solemnity and nostalgia for tradition.
Following the presentation, we formed a circle and, spurred on by enthusiastic applause from the audience, we performed the Pride or Erin.
Not quite Swan Lake, but boy we were good!
We could have been finalists on a television dance show, given the opportunity.
The smile on the face of Kevin Hartas was only overshadowed by the triumphant smiles on our faces as we led our partners around the floor.
When the music stopped, we led our partners to our specially reserved tables at which time supper was served.
We even had a few bottles of Porphery Pearl and Sparkling Rhinegold on our table which we consumed with silent acquiescence by the parents.
Cordial was also thoughtfully provided.
Historically, a girl making her debut represented her first introduction to the public or society.
It is indeed a shame this happy and meaningful ritual for many young girls is now considered anachronistic and irrelevant, but I am sure those who took part will look back with fond memories.
As a fitting finale, my partner told me in no uncertain terms that I needed many more private lessons if I was ever going to master the Pride of Erin.
It was indeed a most kind offer and, after some 46 years and three children later, I can truthfully say I have finally mastered the nuances of this rather refined and elegant dance.
Thank you my dear!
Fred Landman,
Daley's Point