Tonight was the Ninth Annual Rosemary Clooney Festival. It started for Amy and me at about 4:15 PM. With hair done, make-up on, we were dressed and ready to go. Cameras were in both of our purses. Down the AA Highway we headed toward Maysville, Kentucky.On the hour drive we reminisced about the other Rosemary Clooney Festivals we have attended. We talked about our dear friend, Ken Fields, and how he was with us at the other festivals. We miss him so much. We wondered if Ken was watching down on us with a smile, knowing how much we enjoy these events.
We arrived in Maysville and found a parking spot about 5:20 PM. The gates were not scheduled to open until 5:30 PM so we walked over to the floodwall murals that had been dedicated earlier in the day. They were so beautifully done. My favorite was the classic picture of Rosemary smiling with her chin resting in her hands.
It was now time for the gates to open so we got in line. There were all kinds of people waiting to get into the festival. We saw lots of older couples and several younger couples. There were also groups of women, groups of men, and even groups of teenagers.
Once our names were checked off the admission list we walked onto Market Street. As usual, the street looked as elegant as a first rate hotel ballroom. There were round tables draped with fine linens and centerpieces all up and down the street in front of the Russell Theatre. There was stemware and bottles of wine on each and every table. An excitement filled the air.
Our table included six very attractive women, ranging in ages from 40 to 65 years, along with me and Amy. These women were hoping (as undeniably we were) to see George Clooney tonight. George had been to other Rosemary Clooney Festivals and the rumor was he would be there tonight. Unfortunately, he did not show. Although we were all disappointed, we continued to have a good time. It was fun to be seated with these energetic women. These gals all had a great sense of wit and humor. And as the evening (and the wine) flowed, they became even wittier.
As for the weather, we had what is now called “Rosie weather”. It was a beautiful September day, in the upper 80’s with low humidity. Even as the night air moved in, off the Ohio River, it stayed very comfortable with no need for a jacket. The sky was clear and quickly filled with stars.
Along with the stars in the sky, there were many stars in the crowd. It was great to see Dante Dipaolo, Rosemary’s widower at the table across the street. The Pointer Sisters were performing on stage. But among our favorite people to see were Nick and Nina Clooney, brother and sister-in-law of Rosemary Clooney, and father and mother of George Clooney. They, without doubt, are the most gracious “stars” in our community. They are always supporting important organizations, functions and events to better not only our community, but the world.
The Clooneys are certainly a part of our adopted family. They have become so especially through the newspaper columns they both have written. And, we have been fortunate to “socialize” with them at many other events. Without fail, they both have a gift of making you feel important, like a well-liked friend or even family member. They are truly special people.
As the night was ending, Amy decided she wanted a pink glow-in-the-dark glass. Every table had a collection of one color; pink, yellow, green or blue. We had the blue ones on our table. She wanted not only the blue one, but also a pink one, to take home for her daughter, Rachel. She went to a table (where only half the people showed up) and asked for an unclaimed pink glass. "No", they snapped, not offering her a reason. Disappointed and empty handed Amy made her way back to our table.
Immediately, without a second thought, the elegant 65 year old woman at our table stood up and sashayed to a nearby table with her cloth napkin in hand. And, ever so elegantly, she dropped her napkin onto a coveted pink glass. Before anyone was the wiser, she handed the napkin, (with pink glass inside), to Amy as we made our way off Market Street. We turned smiling and waved goodbye to our new "festival" girlfriends.
Our table included six very attractive women, ranging in ages from 40 to 65 years, along with me and Amy. These women were hoping (as undeniably we were) to see George Clooney tonight. George had been to other Rosemary Clooney Festivals and the rumor was he would be there tonight. Unfortunately, he did not show. Although we were all disappointed, we continued to have a good time. It was fun to be seated with these energetic women. These gals all had a great sense of wit and humor. And as the evening (and the wine) flowed, they became even wittier.
As for the weather, we had what is now called “Rosie weather”. It was a beautiful September day, in the upper 80’s with low humidity. Even as the night air moved in, off the Ohio River, it stayed very comfortable with no need for a jacket. The sky was clear and quickly filled with stars.
Along with the stars in the sky, there were many stars in the crowd. It was great to see Dante Dipaolo, Rosemary’s widower at the table across the street. The Pointer Sisters were performing on stage. But among our favorite people to see were Nick and Nina Clooney, brother and sister-in-law of Rosemary Clooney, and father and mother of George Clooney. They, without doubt, are the most gracious “stars” in our community. They are always supporting important organizations, functions and events to better not only our community, but the world.
The Clooneys are certainly a part of our adopted family. They have become so especially through the newspaper columns they both have written. And, we have been fortunate to “socialize” with them at many other events. Without fail, they both have a gift of making you feel important, like a well-liked friend or even family member. They are truly special people.
As the night was ending, Amy decided she wanted a pink glow-in-the-dark glass. Every table had a collection of one color; pink, yellow, green or blue. We had the blue ones on our table. She wanted not only the blue one, but also a pink one, to take home for her daughter, Rachel. She went to a table (where only half the people showed up) and asked for an unclaimed pink glass. "No", they snapped, not offering her a reason. Disappointed and empty handed Amy made her way back to our table.
Immediately, without a second thought, the elegant 65 year old woman at our table stood up and sashayed to a nearby table with her cloth napkin in hand. And, ever so elegantly, she dropped her napkin onto a coveted pink glass. Before anyone was the wiser, she handed the napkin, (with pink glass inside), to Amy as we made our way off Market Street. We turned smiling and waved goodbye to our new "festival" girlfriends.
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