Three Things Serial 1920s Party!
You’ve all made this Roaring Twenties party a huge success. New guests keep arriving (be sure to meet them in the comments). Everyone is having such a great time that I’ve decided to let this hootenanny continue through this weekend too! So happy holidays to all you Sheikhs and Shebas!
Welcome! Come on in — join the fun. We’re all dudded up in our snazziest clothes, ready to enjoy great dancing, food, and friends. Yes, it’s a Roaring Twenties shindig. So in a comment, leave a link to your books, blog, or to your favorite 1920s food, drink, or entertainment. That’s what makes the party.
Don’t panic! That really is a great ape in his tuxedo, getting the buffet ready, but it’s none other than Chris The Story Reading Ape. He’s dishing up the fruit cocktail, and yes, that is made with bananas!
That’s Tess with him, putting some finishing touches on the Swiss steaks. I see Andrea Stephenson has brought a delicious lemon meringue dessert. Thanks for your help everyone. It’s looking mighty tasty! You’re the bee’s knees.
That lovely lady twirling her long flapper beads is Sally Cronin. She’s adding the nut and cheese sandwiches she brought to the 1920s dishes on the buffet table. Hey Sally, those red shoes are pos-i-lute-ly the cat’s meow!
Oh great, there’s Kirt D Tisdale. Hey Kirt — while you’re taking pictures, be sure to get one of Sally and those shoes. You’re the berries. Thank you.
Another styling flapper just arrived, it’s Mary J. McCoy-Dressel. Mary, you’re a real Sheba with that fringe dress and boa. And would you just look at how cute — a pup in a Roaring Twenties costume — It’s Suzanne and Percy the pug! Goodness, why is Percy barking so frantically? It’s as if he hears something that the human ear can’t… He seems fine now though.
John W. Howell is looking spiffy too. He offered to be bartender and he’s making “John Cannon” cocktails (read his trilogy for the hero’s favorite drink) with our bathtub gin. Thank goodness, there’s Geoff with more olives for those cocktails.
What’s that you say Geoff? We’re almost out of beer? Well, it’s too early for us to be getting splifficated anyway. But no worries, I’ll call Dan Antion. Dan was going to photograph doors on his way, so I’ll drop a dime to his cell phone. He sure can pick a great brew, and I’m sure he’ll step on the gas, and get here before we run out.
Ouch! Oh, no John, I’m okay. There was a shrill sound when I hung up the call with Dan, that’s all. Erm… but my cell phone is gone and now I have one of those “candlestick” telephones they used way back when. What the Sam Hill happened with the phone switcheroo? Why yes, John. A Gin Rickey would be a good idea. Better make it a double. Thank you, it’s delicious. Love that tang of lime.
I hear a car outside. Is that Hugh Roberts I just got a Glimpse of? He and Colleen Chesebro , Tina Frisco, and D. Wallace Peach just got out of a ritzy Studebaker. With that dragon hood ornament, I know the car belongs to Diana. Hey Colleen, love your new hairdo! It’s the berries! Come on inside everyone.
Thank goodness Olga is nearby — some gursts don’t speak English, and Olga’s a great translator. She finally took a break from the dance-floor. Where does she get all that energy?
Applesauce! What happened to the lights? The dark will be just fine when Teri Polen and Barbara get ready to tell ghost stories, but… Oh good, they’re back on. But wait, those aren’t my lamps. They’re snazzy Art Deco lights. I can’t help getting goosebumps at all these odd happenings…
Wow, just listen to that music! Thanks to Lavinia and Kev performing, the tunes are great and that’s no phonus balonus! You two have been playing your hearts out. Take a little break and I’ll turn on the stereo.
Hey! Hang on… my stereo is gone, but there’s an old Victrola where it used to be. Okay, it’s making great 1920’s music though. Donna Parker is really cutting a rug with the Charleston. Hi Donna — thanks for bringing the deviled eggs and tea sandwiches.
Oh, and the vision in fringe and sequins over there, that’s Inese. I see she put down her camera to dance. I wondered where Christoph had gotten to, and that’s him with Inese. Applesauce, can they ever dance!
I wonder if they could teach me? Suzanne Joshi and Judith both offered to give me a break from hostessing. Dare I try? I’m such a klutz. Holy Hannah! Where did all the hummingbirds come from? They’ve caught strands of my hair, and the fringe of my dress, and they’re pulling me to the dance floor! I should have known — the hummers belong to Janet. Maybe the hummingbirds can disguise what a horrible dancer I am…
Ah! There’s Gerlinde and Cheryl with with trays of tasty cookies to tempt the dancers away from the floor. (What do you mean I didn’t dance yet? You must have looked away… Here hummingbirds, I’ll give you a cookie if you’ll play along.)
For a little slow down from the Charleston, Christy has a poem for us. Also Lavinia has shared one of her sublimely beautiful songs. Take a breather, relax and enjoy.
Now maybe I’ll read you an excerpt from The Three Things Serial Story instead of dancing… Christine would you please point all these guys and dolls to the living room? There’s room for everyone to sit down over by the television. What do you mean “What TV?” It’s next to the computer. What do you mean “What computer?”
Everything in this house is like the 1920s! Quick, somebody open the door and look outside… The cars have all been replaced by antique jalopies. Everything outside is like the 20s too! What? Yes, I said I’d read to you. At a time like this you want me to read? All right then. Sheiks and Shebas, gather around. Who’d want to leave the Roaring Twenties anyway?
Pip, Mona, and two of the Fabro boys get invited to a swanky outdoor party. Here’s what Pip has to say about it.
“Applesauce! This shindig is incredible.”
It was almost a carnival. The party was huge and spread out along the banks of the Santa Rosa Sound. There was a band stand, and a wooden floor was set up where dancers did the Charleston. I saw balloons everywhere. Tables with white linen and silver were clustered beneath a brightly colored tent. In other places blankets were spread for picnics. Everywhere I turned there was something else happening.
Then I saw it. The yacht. It was breathtaking. I knew there was no way it would happen, but I really wanted to see the inside. I must have been drooling over it because a flapper stopped and giggled at me.
“Be careful if you go in there, hon. Doctor Fred might put you under that microscope of his,” the flapper told me as she hurried past.
I drew a breath to call out to her. I wanted to ask the girl what she meant, but she was already gone in a flash of fringe and sequins. Then a Victrola started blaring out the song “Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue.”
Abruptly an idea occurred to me. I clutched my pocketbook and felt it still inside — the bent key. I never had been able to make out what was engraved on it. The flapper’s voice and the word “microscope” rang in my mind. Was there really somebody on the yacht with a device that would let one see tiny things? Maybe they could read the faint lettering on the key.
The mystery only deepens when the gang gets aboard the yacht. Hold onto your hats!
I really must give special thanks to a few people now. I was thrilled to see reviews of this “Little 1920s Story” from Olga, Colleen Chesebro and Donna Parker. My heartfelt thanks to them and everyone who reblogged their reviews, like Chris Graham, Sally Cronin, Adele, and Christoph.
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed the party. Remember to leave a comment with links to your books and what-not. You’re all the cat’s pajamas.
…We now return you to the era or universe of your choice. Mega hugs!
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