Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.
This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt featuring students of Margaret St. Ledger performing “The Dance of the Hours” reminds me of one bitter disappointment from my childhood.
When I was in elementary school, many of my friends began taking ballet lessons. Of course, I wanted to too (tutu - get it? Ha, yeah, I kill me). My mother would have none of it. “That’s just silly,” she kept saying. Silly? She had dance lessons as a child studying tap at the Harman School of Music in Shenandoah, Virginia. Surely she recognized the value of dance lessons.
Despite denying me this enrichment, I managed to get a free lesson as a visitor to my friend’s class at the Cradock Community Center. That day we all learned the five ballet positions. The instructor must have been really good because to this day, I can still do the second position (Google it to fully appreciate my point - it is the dance equivalent of “I can still fit in my earrings”).
When my girls came along, my mother announced, “Oh I can’t wait until we can put them in ballet class!” Who was this woman? What did she do with my mother?
|Jordan and Miss Shelly|
By the time they were old enough for dance lessons, I had become my mother and was not interested in the recitals and expensive costumes that my friends complained about at their children’s dance schools.
Fortunately nearby was a dance school with a different philosophy.
|Zoe in the middle|
|Zoe on the right|
|Jordan (left) and two others performed|
for the Junior Woman's Club of Portsmouth.
The girl in the middle was obviously a more accomplished dancer.
At the end of the course, parents were invited not to a recital but to a polished demonstration of skills the girls had developed.
My girls participated for a couple years, but dance was just not their “thing.” They preferred performing on dirt.
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