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Show lit v ctMiie ($6en "We've come a long way, baby." And we're not there yet. subtitled A Woman's Work Is Never Done A wake was held on Wednesday night by those fine Irish women, the Finnegans; They were mourning the death of the ERA amendment. Betty Jo brought the apple crisp, Susie brought the Southern Comfort punch and Ellen brought her 17 precious children. No, No, No that's not at all how it went. There was sacramental wine and some snackies that no one spent hours on, i nor did anyone exchange recipes over. Last weekend nearly 300 Rotary men and their wives were in Park City for their annual statewide convention. Rotary wives are called Rotary Anns (a derivative I'm sure of Rotarian) a cutesy little name for the 1950's but somewhat obnoxious in the 80's. Thursday evening at the opening night dinner I attended with my Rotary man and 1 found myself the youngest Rotary Ann there by about three decades. The rousing sing along with "Old McDonald Had A Farm" was swell, but certainly not worth missing Magnum P.I. for. I suggested to local Rotary president Jan Wilking a new verse to the McDonald song. "How about Old Rotarians are chauvanists pigs, OINK : OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK." He convinced me that perhaps the rest of the room would not find the verse nearly as amusing as I did... My children are currently spending two weeks with my ex-husband, known to divorced women the world over as the Disneyland Daddy. Disneyland Daddies need not live in Orange County or even in California for that matter, for they are simply a figment of their own (and your children's) imagination. . Disneyland Daddies say yes. A lot. Yes, you may have a slurpee for breakfast, yes you may play S400 worth of video games, yes, you may stay up until 2 a.m. Yes, you may wear rV those staples in your ear. YES. YES. YES. When your formerly adorable children walk off tl e returning jet into your arms they hear their first no, in weeks. No, you may not buy souvei irs here in the gift shop of the state you arp living in; you become a wonderful "composite of storybook characters. The wicked witch of the west, the witch from Snow White, and the stepmother from Cinderella all rolled into one. "Daddy lets us have it, buy it, do it," they cry out in unison. We wicked former wives of said Daddies bite our notoriously sharp tongues. "Welcome home," we say. ' A new wife and parttime Parkite is Marie Osmond. Being one of the 4,000 intimate friends of the family, I along with Katherine Janka and Don Gomes attended the downhome affair (can one say affair when referring to a Mormon wedding? Scratch that typesetter-put swell gathering). During the two hour wait from the lobby of the Hotel Utah to actually being received in the line of the same name, Don's suit, went out of style. Lucky for us, it was a light blue cotton suit and the sea of polyester rust colored suits around us never even noticed. As expected there were no champange fountains but there was the familiar red punch. The pastel mints were really yummy and fruit kebob a real surprise, j The seven tiered cake was roped off for fear I'm certain some uncivilized folks would pass by and grab a finger full of icing. (The thought never ven occurred to me.) However, the bride really was beautiful and her fist-sized emerald and diamond necklace equally as beautiful. Hubby Steve is tall, blond and more than a little California looking. (Of local interest, Parkite Carol Fuller and husband Del were also at the affair, oops gathering, because, hold on to your hats, Carol was Steve's math teacher at old Beverly Hills High. This column prides itself on that kind of news you will read absolutely nowhere else.) We decided to wish the couple well, in true Park City style, so we quietly left and drove to Le Parisian; ordered a bottle of champange and toasted the newlyweds. With raised glasses we said, "Here's looking at you, kids." (A little theatrical perhaps, but consider the company.) Anyway, I thought later about Steve who would now be following Marie on her five week entertainment tour. This obviously "in love" couple triggered all sorts of funny unexplainable thoughts about Rotary Anns, Disneyland Daddies and the ERA which struck a vein with me. We've such a long way to go but, "Wee've come a long way baby." Ain't It the truth... |