In 1964 David Hoffman was in the Appalachian Bluegrass country making a TV film about mountain music and dancing. Well, they rolled back the carpet and showed him!
When I first decided to post this, I thought about adding a comparison to the balls in Jane Austen, or starting a discussion about how far into the past you need to go before you can technically call something "history",* or perhaps introducing a commentary on the regular recurrence of pointy shoes for men. But that's not what this historical document is about.
Sit back and enjoy. Or better yet, get up and join in!
* I've gone back and checked our own A.L. Berridge's post and in fact it's a year shy of the magic number, which is 50 years. So, not exactly what it says on the tin, but never mind.