Some chose the dapper approach.
Others, the studiously effortless look.
Some put on their prettiest frocks and their most uncertain faces.
And one wore sequins, the better to prove that she is both fabulous and gorgeous.
We gathered at the Elks Lodge, where there were fascinating things to behold.
History? From the past?
A Christmas tree? Decorated for Easter?
Family and friends mingled and greeted.
They smiled and laughed put on their most gracious airs.
They marveled at the moment, the 60 years of happy memories.
Well, for the most part.
Oh dear. Some people just cannot be contained.
Some people just have to be the center of attention.
Some people just have to be the MOST charming and the MOST delightful and the MOST adorable.
It gets downright tiresome.
It's a good thing I'm obviously the favorite grandchild.
And then, suddenly, it was "places, people!"
We dined in the waning light, on lovely salads
and steak dinners
and sweet surprises to mark the occasion.
We were all very impressed.
No, really, we were.
Ahem. I said IMPRESSED.
There we go.
So we danced, and we sang, and we acted like fools. We made plans for the 70th anniversary, and thought perhaps we should do this more often than once a decade. But for now we'll take it easy. All that fun was absolutely exhausting.