Everyone in the community would attend these social functions. From grandparents to babies, people would come for miles. There would be tons of food, all prepared at home and carried carefully to the hall. The dances would go on well into the night - it was such a long trip for some of the folks that they might as well make it worth their while! The little kids would be put down to sleep on a pile of coats, and everyone else would dance and eat and visit.
This is the Bag Lady's father and his brothers. Leah's father is the fellow holding the violin on the left side of the photo, the Bag Lady and Reb's father is the fellow with the violin on the right side.
(Leah writes the entertaining blog, The Goat's Lunch Pail, and Reb writes the equally entertaining blog, Sibu Pegasus Power -- the Bag Lady is having computer trouble and can't, for some inexplicable reason, link to those blogs today. Hopefully, the technical difficulties are temporary!)
Those were the days.