I was a member of The Rainbow Girls when I was growing up. Everyone (or just about) in my family had been involved in the Masons, Eastern Star and the Rainbow Girls. In our local chapter of Rainbow, my sister Melodie even went throught and became Worthy Advisor.
I never really got on too well with the Advisory Board, and so the farthest I ever got was Secretary. Each year a girl was selected to represent our group in Boston for The Rainbow Ball. A beauty contest.
My sister Melodie was selected a couple of times, but she was happy just to go. She was adorable and I certainly would have picked her!
Anyway the year I turned 16, no one else was going from our Assembly, so they said I could go and represent the group.
When we checked in at the event in Boston, I got my number. It was 13! I remember thinking that there was no way on God’s Earth that I would win.
I wasn’t all that pretty, and with a number like 13 (bad karma) I should just forget it. But here I was and when they called everyone up to do the grand March, my former husband (and date that night) got in line.
I was wearing a dress that my Mom had made, my sister helped with my hair and my make-up and I had a wrist corsage.
We walked and paraded, and the line kept being thinned. It got down to about a dozen of us, and then they called the winning number.
I was so surprised and happy. It was the one thing I had managed to do in Rainbow that no one from our Assebly was able to do.
Of course my ex-husband still contends that it was because he was my escort that night. All I do know it that we did it! I did it!