Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance
by Krista on February 27, 2014

In my earliest memories of dancing, I’m under my auntie Nancy’s dining room table, (which had been pushed off to the side of the room), watching my mom, dad, aunties, and uncles all dancing on the hardwood floor to a never-ending stack of 45 records, dropping one after the other. I remember foot-high stacks of 45s all around the record player. The song that I remember playing most? Twistin’ the Night Away by Sam Cooke. Every time I hear that song, I remember auntie’s spontaneous dance parties. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?


My earliest memory of dance was buck-dancing. My father played in a bluegrass band and we went to ‘Fiddler’s Conventions’ often. We, also, went to each others homes to practice, during the week. I still buck-dance, to this day, but I wear out fairly quickly.
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Every Friday and Saturday night, the skating rink would have a live band playing from 10:00 pm until 12:00 am, (midnight). We would take off our skates and dance in our socks. It was all free dance, back then, just swaying the body whichever way the music sent you. The band consisted of a brother and cousins, to a good friend of mine. Of course, I was in love with the drummer. These are my fondest memories of dance.

When I was older and married, someone always had a party going on the weekends; we even hosted some. There was always music and dancing. Dance was a big part of my life for forty years. I still dance some, but not much. Arthritis, and general old age, took dancing away from me, but I can still move in my head, and music is still a very big part of my life.


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