Forty-five years ago (when we were young), my husband and I were invited by his boss to attend the Military Engineers Ball at the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan. It was a formal event, so I bought a lovely aqua tulle gown. The dress was so beautiful, I felt like the belle of the ball.
Time went by, our five children grew up, and I've become a grandma. I live in the Hamptons, where the children and grandchildren love to visit. The girls especially love to explore my closet. I never got rid of the gowns I wore to these formal affairs year after year. Each elegant specimen was preserved in its own bag in my hall closet.
This past spring, my granddaughter Julia Macedonio, 16, called me. Excitedly, she told me she had been invited to the St. Anthony's High School senior prom. She wondered whether I might have a gown she could borrow. She was especially drawn to the aqua gown. She remembered trying it on when she was in sixth grade. She tried it on this time and it fit as if it had been made for her! She loved it and immediately began talking to her mother about what type of shoes would go with it.
Of course, I was thrilled that my granddaughter was anxious to wear a dress that I had loved so much. She is such a sweetheart. We have a special relationship.
She said that when she got to the prom, she felt beautiful and special. "Everyone loved my dress and its story," she said.
I guess the old saying is true: Keep something long enough and it comes back in style.
Reader Margaret Skeris lives in Remsenburg.