Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Shall We Dance?

   John, nearly ninety, loves to dance.  When there is music of any kind he is tapping his toe or bouncing.  He is married but he'll ask any lady handy to dance.

   It is fun to see the ladies he chooses.  Ladies whom you would never suspect could walk across the room will dance with him, polka, foxtrot, jitterbug, or waltz.

   The other evening I was playing a Memorial Day Tribute to our honored dead on my keyboard.  I chose to read In Flanders Fields, a somber poem and play soft elegiac background music.  However I had just started the funeral music when John appeared and started to dance to  the dirge.

   I had to seat him next to me and actually hold his hands to keep him from snapping his fingers in rhythm to the hymn. It was amusing, but it somehow spoiled the seriousness of the moment. Some people were born to dance...no matter what.

5 comments:

madcobug said...

I bet it is fun to watch him and the ladies dance. You need someone like that for an eating partner. I bet he would talk to you. Helen

garnett109 said...

See how good you play you can get them to anything

bamawmn46 said...

Good for John! I hope I'm dancing when I'm 90!

I do understand about the somber occasion....

Jackie

plieck30 said...

There is nothing like dancing. I'm so glad John can still dance and hope he never has to stop. Paula

jmorancoyle said...

    Thanks for the chuckle.
Jude
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