Just one look at the fabulous white 1948 Ford Sedan parked outside the Everest Community School and I had to get behind the steering wheel.
It's not like me, to be honest.
I wouldn't say I was a "car person." I've always loved my own cars, over the years, keeping them for years and years, hating to trade them in for a new model, even while knowing that, in no time, I would love my new wheels just as much. But I don't tend to
drool over motors, if you know what I mean, which is why my reaction to the Greased Lightning car was somewhat extraordinary. I couldn't stop marvelling at the chrome fittings, the foot pedals, the beautiful red and cream seats, the magnificent steering wheel.
In the late Forties they made cars to last (and people too, hopefully...)
Perhaps it was because this was a weekend steeped in Fifties nostalgia. On Saturday night we all crowded into Ed's Diner for a Burger
and Bonding session. Yes, with just three weeks to go till our Limelighters present their production of Grease, we need to get them immersed in the Fifties Vibe. We adults went along just for the fun of it. As the only one of our party who could actually claim
to remember the Fifties, you might have thought that I would be called upon to proffer a few valuable insights, would you not? - but, no, the only thing anyone wanted to know was whether I wanted to share a bottle of Merlot and did I want chips with my Lemon
and Herb Chicken?
The following morning it was the photo shoot and a rather splendid gent had brought his car along for us to stage our Greased Lightning pictures. He was a chatty chap, informing us that the
car could manage 45 miles an hour on a good day and guzzled petrol to the tune of eight miles to the gallon. He happily allowed our young stars in the making to clamber all over it as we recreated scenes from the film and he even found a CD of Grease to play
during the photo session, adding an indescribable atmosphere of fun and fantasy. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters (who was acting as official photographer) stood precariously on a chair brought out from the rehearsal hall and snapped away while the youngsters
posed with unashamed exuberance. The chatty gent accepted two complimentary tickets for Sunday afternoon's performance to which he will be bringing his partner who is apparently (he told me, confidingly) "very good for her age." I can't wait to meet her. If
she has been as lovingly preserved as the Ford Sedan, she will indeed be a sight to behold.
In the afternoon, I was previewing the performance for the local newspaper. The producer reminded the kids to be
sure to give 100% as there was a reporter in the audience. "It's only Hazel's Nan!" the lad playing Danny joshed. Be afraid, my boy, be Very Afraid! In the ante room, the gallant ladies in charge of costumes and props were stitching away at pink jackets, gold
trousers, frilly petticoats and glitzy prom dresses. Let's hear it for the Nimble Needleworkers! Where would Limelight be without them?
Director Richard's rallying cry to his troops was that they should aim
for a standing ovation at every performance - nothing less would do. I am pretty sure I can guarantee that Mr B and I won't be the only ones standing on our feet and applauding at the end of the show. Watch out for my preview which I will post on this website
Today we left the Fifties behind and motored off to Wales where we are guests at our niece's wedding tomorrow. It took us six hours to get here but, boy, was it worth it! A spectacular lake-side view
from our bedroom which boasts a quite magnificent four poster bed. On the bed a stuffed dog called Gwyneth whom we are to put outside our bedroom door if we don't want to be disturbed. How sweet is that? Mr B is more impressed with the fact that there is an
ash tray out on the balcony so that he can enjoy an occasional cigarette.
Our car is safely parked in the car park. I am hoping we may be able to leave it there for the next two days while we take a rest from driving.
It's a bit dirty from driving 220 miles through the wind and rain to get here - but I can't imagine anyone is going to want to take photos of it. It's a Thing of Beauty in my eyes, of course, but it's not exactly Greased