ROAD TO SAM’S • STEP #4 • WHY A DANCE SCHOOL?

 

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Moms Make the Best Dance Partners

My Mom and I took BALLROOM dancing, which was offered occasionally at the school gym.  My friends thought dancing was too sissy, so my Mom was my dance partner.  It was awful AND hilarious. Mostly, it was a lot of stumbling around to music. My Mom has natural rhythm and was a teenager during WWII so she learned to both lead and follow. I didn’t learn much but we spent time together and we laughed. A lot.

(Still not us in the photo!)

ROAD TO SAM’S: STEP #3 • WHY A DANCE SCHOOL?

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Our Bellies were a No-Go Zone

My friend Lennie and I took a BELLY DANCING class. It was ridiculous, and we were ridiculous, but the best parts were finding scarves with jingly things on them to wrap around our waists and watching our other friend, who was very overweight, do the exercises. I didn’t say we were kind! But we laughed a lot. At her AND with her. She laughed at us, too. Because, well, we ALL looked really, really stupid. I wish I had pictures, which I would cut myself out of and post to embarrass them.

 

 

 

 

 

ROAD TO SAM’S: STEP #2 • WHY A DANCE SCHOOL?

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We Had Jazz Hands

There were many highlights in my early dance days, all of them with my Mom. At one time, we took JAZZ. Our main entertainment was to jockey into a position behind one of my Mom’s friends because her tights were WAY too small and the crotch was WAY too low and she could hardly move her legs in them. The teacher had us prancing around the room in long strides. It was awesome to watch Mom’s friend try to move in her tights. I can still replay that in my head anytime I need a mental-health break!

Tango Practica

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Join us for a TANGO PRACTICA on Fridays from 9 – 11 pm. This is a chance for you to practice with other beginners, bring your own teacher and use the space, work out more advanced moves on your own or with a partner, or just practice technique. NOBODY will be watching–we’ll be dancing, too (or trying to)! At $5, it’s the best deal in town.  We welcome beginners, experienced dancers, or those somewhere in between.

What makes us different:

FREE parking

Air conditioning

Homemade cookies

Mix of traditional & nuevo music

Fun, relaxed, casual atmosphere!

ROAD TO SAM’S: STEP #1 • WHY A DANCE SCHOOL?

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The Long, Long Winters

PATRICIA: To start, a confession: I have NO natural ability for dancing. None. Zero. I inherited my Dad’s rhythm. He had NONE. He used to take my Mom dancing before they were married. Afterwards, he said, “Thank god I don’t have to do that anymore!” Turns out, he always hated it, but it was part of his “courting” ritual.

BUT… I first got interested in dance about a zillion years ago, while living in a Northern Alberta town. (Fort McMurray, as it happens. I hope they come back from this horrible fire! There is even a street named after my Dad there. We lived there for 22 years, starting back when they had no TV, no radio, only a winter road out of town, no paved roads or sidewalks, and only the Edmonton Journal, which we received one day late. Yes, we had electricity, but the tap water was brown and smelled like rust and/or sulphur. We learned good coping skills.)

The winters were long and cold—not Vancouver cold—freeze-your-lungs-in-under-5-seconds cold. We had to breathe through scarves. We were always looking for things to do to help get us through the winters. DANCE was one of the things we found. Sometimes, class was canceled because nobody in town could start their cars, despite having them plugged in to prevent the batteries from freezing. At -60F with windchill (IT FELT LIKE -100!), nothing works!

When we could, we danced!  (Okay, maybe this is not a photo of me and my Mom, but we thought we looked like this!)