For her 50th birthday I gave Joanne six weeks of dancing lessons. Her family of origin saw dancing as evil, but, with her musical background she understood rhythm. Living in Germanic Davenport, IA., every wedding featured a dance at the reception. We sat like bumps on a log while others danced.
Lost in time is what led me to give her the Arthur Murray dancing lessons. After six weeks we renewed and renewed, for the two years we remained in Davenport. We picked up on the lessons when we moved to Minnesota.
We'd go to a lesson tired from work and soon the fatigue would lift as we concentrated on the music and our steps. Now wedding dances were fun as we joined the dancers on the floor.
Joanne's father wrote a pamphlet That Dangerous Dance. We were dancing at a wedding reception which was attended by on of her father's friends. That friend accosted Joanne saying "What would your father say about you dancing?" Without missing a beat she replied, "He's in heaven now so he's free from those rules." The friend was speechless but his wife laughed out loud.
Takk for alt,
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