So the first few menus were either not really sketched out at all (“Mom’s birthday – chicken”) or just barely so (“ham, angel food & ice cream”).
But 1963 starts off with an awesome, multi-course menu.
Bob & Mary Ann
Dick & Dorothy (Dad’s two brothers and their wives)
Cheese log, crackers
Crown roast pork (whoa!)
McCall’s stuffing (O.K.)
green bean casserole
baked Alaska (Baked! Alaska!!)
I’m not sure what to be more surprised about: the Sherry with the appetizers, the crown roast of pork, or the baked Alaska.
That is a beautiful dinner party menu. With three little kids under age 5, and possibly expecting her fourth (not sure what month this party was held), Mom served a lovely, pull-out-all-the-stops dinner to her brothers-in-law and their wives.
It seems to me that I never really knew my parents. By the time I was relating to them as adults, and as friends, they were no longer the 30-somethings they were in the 1960s, young and beautiful, full of energy, with friends and a social life, building a life together and raising their young family.
I imagine this is true of most of us: we don’t really see our parents except through the narrow viewfinder of our own, self-centered lives as their children.
More’s the pity.