Not only the Catholic churches, but the First Hungarian Lutheran Church on then East Boulevard and Buckeye Road also had these "fall dances". I no longer remember how many years I, my cousins, and my friends all participated. And, yes, my mother also spent hours pleating my organdy skirt, hand-beading my red velvet vest and crown with seed pearls and sequins, as well as embroidering the sleeves of my blouse and apron. I always wanted a pair of knee-high red boots like our teacher wore while she called out the steps we were to take--in Hungarian, of course.

Wish you had identified where this picture was taken. but thanks for the memory.