All over the world little dancers are performing in the annual Nutcracker ballet. I was no exception. Having earned my wings as a Christmas tree angel, I soon joined the corps de ballet of snowfakes, and finished my Nutcracker career as one of the Spanish (Chocolate) dancers in the Palace of theSweets. However, my turn as a snowflake was my favorite.
Still Swirling and Twirling, and Wishing you a Holiday Season filled with dreams of sugar plums and dancing snowflakes,
Marjorie
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Yankee Doodle Dandies
Geneva-on-the-Lake, July 4, 1929
Another Fourth of July celebration at the American Legion. The headliners were local "hoofers", Dorothy Sebastian and Anita Page, who performed a Patriotic tap routine. A dazzling fireworks display followed.
Applause, applause,
Marjorie
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Dancing Chez Clint's
Diana Vreeland once said: "When I discovered dancing, I learned to dream. "
I have been a dancer my whole life. But never more than this past Friday, when we joined a hundred or so Carmel neighbors dancing the night away at Clint Eastwood's Mission Ranch. It is Monterey Jazz Festival weekend, and the old patio barn at the Ranch rocked to jazz, blues and sixies/seventies tunes played by a group of talented local high school musicians and their teacher. When my good-natured husband tired of the dance, my enthusiastic partner then became a trés elegant gal of seventy or so. All in red from her beret to her socks and shoes, how very Vreeland she was in her choice of color and in her love of dance! The evening ended with chants of "Bring Back the Barn!" So the dance gig may become a regular thing.
Walking back in the dark, we looked up at the sky and could see the Big Dipper for the first time in ten years (since we have been living in the Southern Hemisphere). This beacon guided us home.
In a twist on D.V.'s musing I would add: "I dream of dance, and I dance to dream!"
Marjorie
P.S. The photograph of the can-can dancers is from my collection of antique images. It is by a forties photographer named Tilley. Look closely at the dancers, as they are composed of vegetables-note the jolie cauliflower costumes.
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Big Dipper,
Carmel,
Clint Eastwood,
dance,
Diana Vreeland,
Monterey Jazz Festival
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