It definitely looks like an awkward moment for my father. He looks so very debonair on the outside, but inside he’s feeling like some sort of trussed up peacock. And he’s enduring it because as an eligible bachelor and newly minted member of The Idlewild Club here in Dallas, he’s required to play the part of an escort to the young ladies “coming out” that season.
Tonight the Dallas’ deb season officially begins with the Idlewild ball presenting a number of young women. I have no idea how many or who they are. For the last few years, there hasn’t been much publicity during the season. When I say “season”, I mean the traditional season that’s been an annual occurrence since 1884 before there was La Fiesta de las Seis Bandera and the Dallas Symphony’s presentation ball. The latter two are well covered in the local newspapers and blogs, but not Idlewild.
I wrote about my mother’s season a couple of years back. The above photos were probably of an earlier season before my dad met my mom. It’s funny how my mother chose NOT to label the above photos with names and dates. If there was some other lady pictured with him, that lady went unnamed and was tossed into a box with the rest of his “unworthy” photographs, while her sanctioned photos were meticulously captioned and placed into a fancy leather bound album. I’ve placed a call to my aunt in hopes of her being able to identify at least a few of the young men and women pictured above.