Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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I Mother -Daughter Dinner The 1984 Mother Daughter ban- quet was held at the Sheraton Tara in Braintree. In the gayla Gold Room, moms and daughters chatted of life, loves and friends. Funny memories of times shared with friends from college made many moms lift an eyebrow in questioning surprise at the story teller. Mischievous tales were suddenly forgotten, however, when Russ Bur- gess took the stage. The room was quiet as he hypnotized willing stu- dents who followed his instructions with truly individual antics. The night came to a close much too quickly as friends parted, but moms and daughters drove home feeling a closeness between them. by Kathleen Brooks 18

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FATHER— DAUGHTER Daddy ' s Little Girl In my pastel dress, so carefully picked for the occasion, I was finally ready to go. I stood posing with my father’s arm gently resting across my shoulders as the flash of the camera blinded us momentarily. “You look great, have a nice time . . . by the way, I want you back by midnight.” Mom’s timing for humor is always just right. The walk from our car was short, but cold. Dad had forgotten his coat so we jogged part of the way to keep him from freezing Entering Lantana’s, the function room where the Father-Daughter dance was being held, we quickly warmed up. Dinner was being served shortly, so after talking with a few people, we found out seats. I felt at ease with my Dad. My pride in him is tremendous, and I, in his eyes, am like a blossoming and unique flower, a flower which has always been ten- derly cared for. I have grown out from under the wings of protection which shaded my independence. The light shining through has enabled the small bud to unfold its petals. I could see the joy and sadness mixed in my father’s proud blue eyes as he glanced over at me while he was talking to the Dean of Students. I beamed with content when the dance coordinator, Lynn Coleman, commented, “What a striking re- semblance.” I have always thought of my father as a handsome man, inside and out. I felt cheery and exhuberant as we “boogied” to the music of the 80’s. I felt warmth and love in my father’s arms as we quiet- 1 ly danced to the slower pieces. The final song, “Daddy’s Little Girl,” ! left tables empty and the dance floor ! crowded with proud fathers and daughters. Outside, the brisk night air felt j good after the night of dancing. | Mom was asleep when we got home. I I took my turn in the bathroom, and I I crawled into bed and was close to sleep, but the night was not yet over. “Dad??” I whispered so as not to wake my mother. “Yeah?” “Thanks, I had fun.” “I had a great time too. Good night.” . . . “Dad??” “Yes Peg?” “1 Love You.” By Peggy Keegan ' 84