Mary's Farm: Dancing in the Dark
“I let them dance a bit,” he added, and paused a little before he went on. “And then I flipped on the blues! You never saw barefoot boys move so fast. They dove right into the water. I went down there and tried to wait them out, spent about an hour there, but they outlasted me. I never found them.”
We knew that pond, haven to snapping turtles and water snakes. I wondered which was worse: a prolonged immersion in those black waters, standing stock still, or being taken in for exotic dancing on a dirt road.
That was probably 20 years ago now, and those boys are men, probably fathers. I wonder whether they ever think back on that night of revelry and tell their story, as I do, or whether they blush at their imprudence and ask for forgiveness.
The View from Mary’s Farm, a collection of Edie’s Yankee Magazine essays, plus her most recent book, Saturday Beans and Sunday Suppers, are available at edieclark.com