The letdown after Christmas was modified by anticipation of the New Years Eve Party at the Wilgus store in High Woods. Henry Wilgus had run a small general store in High Woods since 1922. Year-by-year, he had increased the size of the store until there were gas pumps, a small garage for working on vehicles, and, at end of Prohibition, he sold beer. [i]
He built a dance
hall with a carefully crafted maple floor.
Henry loved parties and hosted dancing on most Saturdays throughout the
summer and fall featuring Percy Hill’s Orchestra for square sets. In the winter, it proved too costly to heat
the entire area, so the dance floor with its surrounding tables and chairs was
closed off for the season. New Year’s
Eve was the sole exception. The dance
hall was opened, and two large stoves[ii]
were lit warming the rooms to an acceptable temperature. The maple dance floor was polished with
kerosene and corn meal until the wood shone and the dimples caused by ladies
dancing in high heels were diminished.
A wonderland of colorful balloons and twisted
crepe paper ribbons was anticipated, so hundreds of long and round balloons
were ordered. The regulars[iii]
would fill them with their lung-power and with help from the compressed air hose
that operated the beer kegs. Children old enough to tie the balloon ends on
their own were welcome to participate; otherwise they were warned to stay out
of the way.
Henry had acquired
some thirty tables and a hundred or more kitchen and dining room chairs as he
came across them in his journeys around Saugerties. He painted them all a cheerful shade of
Chinese Red, so, in a way, they matched.
The tables and chairs were wiped clean and put in order.
There would be
food available: hot dogs, sausages and sauerkraut boiled on the large black
eight-burner kitchen stove[iv]
and dished up on Bond Bread white rolls[v] and
accompanied by coffee, soda and ice cream.[vi]
Kegs of beer were kept in one of the two, always-cool cellars under the
store. The store was built on bedrock,
and a spring ran in the cellar, keeping it at an even temperature all year
round. This cellar was nick named “the cave”.
A clever system of pipes brought the beer from the keg in the cave to
the kitchen area of the store.
Henry
was everywhere encouraging the volunteer decorators and keeping folks from
drinking beer before noon. Around 3 PM,
he retired to the house to “take a sleep” as long as his daughter, May, or
store clerk, Ernie Short, covered activities.
Eyes closed, face peacefully composed and faintly snoring, he nodded off
in his extra-large easy chair. He would
wake automatically in an hour, but the short interlude of rest got him through
his usual fourteen-hour workdays.
Meanwhile,
activity in the kitchen continued. Glass
beer pitchers had to be washed. Ice cream
dishes and the six-ounce beer glasses were washed separately since milk residue
caused streaks and also diminished the head on a tumbler of beer. It was a sight to behold: sparkling beakers awaiting pitchers of suds
to be shared by the Eve’s celebrants set upon cheerful Chinese Red tables;
clusters of multicolored balloons both long and round held to the walls and
ceiling with thumbtacks; red and green crepe paper ribbons in twisted swirls
forming a canopy across the dance floor and the beautiful red and yellow
Wurlitzer juke box all alight in the corner.
People
put on their best party clothes for New Year’s Eve. Men wore sports coats and
ties, washed and combed their hair and smooth shaved their cheeks followed by a
good splash of Old Spice or Bay Rum.
Women chose their outfits with great care. There were stockings with seams that had to
be straight, high heels some with open toes, upswept hair, wool jersey dresses
highlighted with dazzling brooches and clip-on earrings, and a signature of
Shalimar, Chanel Number Five or even Tabu.
The
joint started jumping around eight. Cars
were parked all across the back lawn and up and down Dutch Town Road. People streamed into the little dance hall,
pushed tables together in long lines, ordered beer and soda (some for the kids,
some to mix with the whiskey many men carried in flasks in their jacket
pockets). “Yes, We Have No Bananas”
blasted out of the jukebox, and the first brave couples fox-trotted around the
floor. There were local High Woods
neighbors, Saugerties people and a healthy dose of fun-loving artists; some
lived in High Woods[vii], some
in Woodstock.[viii].
At last, the first call for square sets would begin. If Percy Hill was late, Henry played records. His sound system consisted of two medium ceiling mounted speakers attached to a record player located in the store area. There was also a microphone, and Henry would announce the dance. “Let’s have three sets for ‘Paddle Your Own Canoe’[ix]”, and he urged people by name until the floor was filled with couples. There was always one straggly set of confused but high-spirited dancers. Children were often allowed in that set.
Excitement
filled the hall as the New Year countdown approached. At midnight, there was plenty of kissing
among the adults. Kids[x]
tended to avoid the kissing and concentrated on throwing streamers and breaking
balloons as the Auld Lang Syne record played.
It was beautiful mayhem, loud and raunchy with the mixed smell of
perfume, beer and cigarettes[xi]
and the spellbinding sight of affectionate adults.
After
the excitement died down a bit, Henry’s grandchildren, nieces and nephews were
ordered to go to sleep in the upstairs bedrooms of the house. They waited
silently in their exile for the sounds of the music and laughter to filter up,
consoled only by the thought of the rewards waiting for them in the morning.
There would always be money lying among the debris of the party because during
the jumping and partner swinging, the laughter and song, while paying for
pitchers of beer and hotdogs, people would drop pennies, nickels, dimes and
quarters. The lost change would be immediately forgotten in the midst of the
celebration. Under the fallen crepe
paper were enough treasures for a year’s worth of candy and many rides at next
summer’s Dutchess County Fair.
When we heard the
band play Good night ladies, we knew that the party was over.
[i] These
are the brands of beer that were on sale in the High Woods Store: Schaefer, Rheingold, Knickerbocker,
Ballentine Beer and Ale, Miller highlife in the clear bottle the rest had brown
bottles, Schlitz. Everything was in
glass bottles which, when empty, had to be sorted into the correct containers.
[ii]
Kerosene stoves
[iii] These
are the names of people who may have been in the store the day before New
Year’s Eve and who probably would have attended the New Year’s Eve party: Chick and Flossie Snyder, Lillian Gunderud,
Old Mr. Wrolsen who really looked like a Viking with his big mustache, Sophie
and August Hansen, Billy and Bobby Dunn, Pat Wolven and Maggie, Tud and Bert
and Invol (Ingie) Leighton Myers, Virginia Whitely and Aubrey, Bob Johnson,
Bill and Elizabeth Ryan, Mr. Mac, Chris Rafferty and his brother.
[iv]
The kitchen had a large, eight burner gas stove.
[v] The
store sold Bond Bread. The meat came
from Forest’s Foremost. The Ice Cream was Sealtest
[vi]
Chocolate, Strawberry and Vanilla were the flavors available in cones or
dishes.
[vii] Harvey
Fite, Barbara Fite, Tom and Elizabeth Penning, Bill Ryan.
[viii]
Marianne Mecklem, Petra Cabot,
[ix] PADDLE
YOUR OWN CANOE
Chorus: If I had
a girl and she wouldn’t dance
I’ll
tell you what I’d do
I’d
hire a boat and set her afloat
And
paddle my own canoe
Dance: The first
two ladies cross over and by the gentlemen stand
The
second two ladies cross over and then all join hands
Bow
to the corner lady and honor your partners all
Swing
the corner lady and promenade the hall
Another dance I remember, but can’t identify the
tune
Ladies in the middle back to back
Gents go around the outside track
Meet your partner pass her by
Swing the next girl on the fly
[x] Kids
could have included Norman Boggs III, Diana Boggs, Christopher Evers, Georgette
Cutler, Sarah Petito, The Hinchey Boys, Tad and John Richards, Pixie and Sallie
Mecklem, Meed (AKA Gretchen) Wetterau.
Werner Polack, the Ryan kids.
[xi] There
was a cigarette machine. Camels, Pall
Mall, Lucky Strike, Fatima and Kools in the regular size were available. There were no king sized cigarettes.
My parents owned this place for a few years in the 60's, when they ran a general store and then The Viking. I have many faded and haunting memories of the place, as I was very young. Thank you for bringing the place to life and answering some of the questions I had- like what was in that basement and why wasn't I ever allowed down there? - A spring!
ReplyDeleteI love that years later, I too remember going to bed in my bedroom upstairs in the house, while the music still played (although it was live 60s bands by then with the bass guitar reverberating through the walls) and then going down in the morning to find coins in the street outside.
Thanks so much for sharing. Will continue to follow your posts.
- Heidi
I was not allowed in the basement either, but would sneak down once in a while. It was a kind of creepy place. Thanks for your comment. I was not here in the 60's for the most part.
DeleteI can't believe that you remember the same square dance from all those years ago that i do, word for word (Paddle Your Own Canoe).
ReplyDeleteI remember the jukebox, with its 78 RPM records, and the song selections hand lettered, all capitals, with dashes instead of spaces between the words: SHRIMP-BOATS, THE-BALLAD-OF-DAVY-CROCKETT...
ReplyDeleteYes, that was Henry's writing style. He also used "nite" for night. Did you dance at any of the Saturday Night parties?
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