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March 24, 2013 | Comments Off on Let’s Face the Music–and Dance! | Betsy Woodman
In our family, it was taken for granted that you would dance.
Here’s my mom at about age six, in Newton, Massachusetts, about to be the bride in a show called “A Kewpie Wedding.”
My sister Lee at a performance in Delhi. Of all of us kids, she got the furthest in ballet, advancing from flat shoes to point.
I didn’t escape participating in Woodstock School talent shows.
In addition to classical dance, we learned ballroom dancing-—box step, waltz, foxtrot, cha cha, and jitterbug. Thus prepared, we went forth, dressed in our best, to face the agony of wallflowerdom or the joy of a full dance ticket. (No, we didn’t actually have tickets, but I see I am clutching a little beaded evening bag, probably borrowed from my mother.)
At my parents’ frequent parties, we felt it high privilege to stay up and dance with the grownups. Here, Lee doesn’t quite come up to the armpit of family friend John Marsh.
My mom at a club in Delhi with another family friend, Ujjal Singh:
Tripping the light fantastic. That very expression makes me want to get up and dance!