Dance…an interesting topic. When I was a child and all the way through the years, dancing was forbidden by my parents and by my church. It would lead to sexual promiscuity, don’t you know?! When we had dancing at school, my mother wrote a note excusing me. Even barn dancing was forbidden. I didn’t object, I was an obedient child. I accepted what I was taught.
When we purchased a television set, in the 50’s, I loved to watch dancing! Any kind of dancing. I think I would have been a good dancer!
Here’s an interesting note. I attended a large high school during my sophomore year. One of the most popular senior boys was the brother of a very good friend of mine. Their family attended the Nazarene Church. They didn’t dance either. In the spring Jim was voted in as King of the senior class. This was a big deal because the coronation of the king and queen was a big deal and they led the class in the dance that evening. Everyone knew Jim didn’t dance but he was so popular and well liked that he was voted in as King! An exception was made just for him. The first runner-up of the attendants danced with the new queen. No one made fun of him or resented him. Everyone respected him for living up to his convictions. After college and seminary Jim became a pastor and later a General Superintendent of the Nazarene Church!
Back to me…I wrote in another post about my one experience of dancing that same year. Always after a home football game there was a school party, meaning there was a dance. I never went to them…except once. I coaxed my parents into letting me go to a school party after a very important football game. My parents finally agreed I could go to the party after the game but my dad would pick me up at 10:00 PM. No later and I was to be outside when he drove up. I can’t remember if we won or lost the game. During the dance I stood off to one side, in the shadows, and watched. Then all of a sudden they were dancing the Bunny Hop! Oh, I loved the Bunny Hop! What could be wrong with dancing a line dance, the Bunny Hop? My friends all joined in and encouraged me to join in too. I couldn’t resist. It was so fun! Afterwards I returned to stand in the shadows. Suddenly my name was announced over the loud speaker! I was told to go to the announcer platform. What? Who…me? Why? Oh no, what had I done? Now everyone knew I was at a dance! My reputation was ruined! I slowly walked up to the platform. I still didn’t know why. But when I got there, my wallet was held out to me. It had been in my pocket. While dancing the Bunny Hop it must have fallen out. Someone found it and being an honest person, turned it in.
After my sophomore year I attended a Christian high school in South Dakota. Instead of dances they had banquets. Everyone dressed up in their very best formal wear. It was a big deal with dinner and a great program. I used to have a picture of me, from one year in a formal dress, with my date, but I can’t find it now. By the way, I still have that formal dress tucked away in my cedar chest!
When my daughters were small many of their friends were in ballet classes. It looked so fun. I wondered what would be wrong with letting my daughters be free to dance and twirl around to music. But I couldn’t bring myself to allow them to.
When my granddaughters were small their mothers, my daughter and daughters-in-law, enrolled them in ballet classes. I’m so glad they did. Little girls love to twirl and skip and dance. This is Maddie.
I have always loved watching dancing on television and in some movies. I love watching a waltz! It’s so beautiful! I love watching ballet dancing. I think I would have been a good dancer.
Now…today…dancing is no longer frowned upon by some folks, even some pastors, in my denomination. Oh my goodness…! Really?
The first time I realized this was when I was viewing pictures of a wedding of the son of a friend. The mother of this young man was the daughter of one of my former pastor’s. There was dancing at the reception. I saw my friend dance with her son, the groom! I was quite surprised! Then, oh my goodness! My former pastor’s wife, grandmother of the groom, danced with her grandson, the groom! I couldn’t believe it!!!
Father of the bride dancing with his daughter.
Then he danced with his wife! It was so sweet!
Then it was announced for sons to dance with their mothers…! Oh oh…Rob was looking at me! Oh, I don’t know how to dance. I’ve never danced in my life. I can’t. Rob asked why not. He said it’s easy. Just sway with the music… He stood up and waited… So there you have it…my first time to dance and it was with my son!
I may never dance again…I don’t know. But I fulfilled a secret, life-long desire! And I wasn’t condemned for doing it!
Adapting to change is hard…it’s also fulfilling!