Three recent dances
It's been a busy few days! Three very
different dance events, back to back:
English country dance weekend
I called at Sharpes
Assembly, an English country dance event held
two hours south of Orlando in a historic hotel in Sebring, Florida.
Does that name sound familiar? It's the same town where where the
annual 12-hour car race is held. This event was a bit mellower. ;-) The venue was advertised as "old Florida," and it was a lovely change from the Florida of neon and strip malls.
In addition to dance parties on Friday
and Saturday nights and the farewell dance on Sunday, I led one
workshop on dances
set to tunes by Turlough O'Carolan, the great
Irish harper of the 1700s, and another featuring contemporary
choreography, a nod to the many fine dances being composed these
It was a mixed group of dancers,
including some with decades of experience and some who were quite
new. (I'm always amazed that someone new to an activity would sign up
for a full weekend of it... can't tell whether this is a case of
"fools rush in" or a brave heart.) Fortunately, the
experienced dancers were helpful and the workshop programs included a
few more difficult dances that turned out well.
Ernie Spence's Favorites
had the great pleasure of participating in a special dance evening on
Sunday. Dubbed "Ernie's Favorites," the program honored the
memory of the late Ernie Spence (1925–2011), a beloved dancer in
the Boston area.
many years a vice-principal of the Reading, MA, High School, Ernie
was a long-time dancer, going back to summers in the late 1940s
working at the Sargent Camp in the Monadnock region of New Hampshire.
He and his wife Joan became enthusiastic dancers, and they started
making regular trips from the Boston area on weekends to dance to the
calling of Duke Miller at his popular dance series in Fitzwilliam,
an interview for the "Paid To Eat Ice Cream" video, the
Spences recalled, "The phone would start ringing on Monday with
kids calling to reserve a space for the weekend." Ernie and Joan
would fill up the back of their station wagon with eager students;
that's how noted dance musician Peter Barnes and many others got
their first exposure to the world of traditional squares and contras.
was a delight on the dance floor, a smooth and stylish dancer who
took gentlemanly care of his partners.
Thanks to the Arts Council
Here 'tis, as I step boldly into cutting-edge 1990s technology—no RSS feed, no Twitter account, no Facebook, but a website, long in coming. When I retired from teaching, I thought, "Well, now I'll have some extra time. I can probably get a website up and running by the fall." That was more than eight years ago.
Friends had been telling me for ages, "You need to have a website."
"You need one to get more calling gigs."
"I don't know if I want more than I have right now. The calendar's pretty full already."
"Well, people need to be able to find you."
"Seems like people who want to reach me are able to do so just fine without one." (And so on... best not to attempt in print an approximation of my attempts at a thick accent as I slipped ever more deeply and cheerfully into my role as a North Country curmudgeon.)
You need to know that we don't have a telephone machine or a microwave, and the one television screen in the house can be used only for playing movies on DVD.