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Music Formal, 2012

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This year, Hannah single-handedly planned another "Marvelous Music Formal Mixer".  The Music Formal was initially conceived when the musicians at the high school were gone to a music festival on prom.  It was so popular that it continued.  My kids like it because it's really just 300 of their closest musical friends (!), and Hannah invites only those people who DON'T have boyfriends/girlfriends.  Just friends, getting together, and having fun.  Last year, about 12 kids came.  This year?  Around 25!  I took over 250 photos, but here are a few of the best:

What would a trip to the Kennedys be without a picture with the tractor???

Mark and "his" girl, Rebecca Price.  At least, he hopes SHE sees it that way....

This was the kids' idea:  TRACTOR WARS!!!

And of course, the old car.  We keep it for no other reason than it's good in pictures.

One of my favorite pictures of the evening.

The kids LOVED this!  Galoshes, garden tools, and our garden.

Mark was supposed to take Johannah as his date.  As evidenced by the previous pictures, he ditched Hannie for someone else.  However, she kept with the original plan of dressing in Michigan colors (right down to her maize-colored shoes).  Thankfully, he still followed through with the corsage.


Music formal is really an excuse for Hannie to take her favorite boy to a dance.  Here she is, "claiming" him!

Dinner at Baby's Diner.  Perfect!  Now off to the dance!

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  1. LinzJune 5, 2012 at 10:33 PM

    That group of cuties should create a calendar! I absolutely love those photos!

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  2. AnonymousJune 8, 2012 at 6:02 PM

    Such AWESOME pictures!!! Johannah's entire outfit turned out fabulous. She definitely portrayed the Michigan colors quite perfectly! Love, love, LOVE her dress!!!

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