Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Stars in my Eyes................









Regardless of any skills we may or may not have, most of us think there is ONE GREAT TALENT hidden inside our souls.

Some of us think we could write a best selling novel.

Some of us think we could wow Simon Cowell with our rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".

Me?

Oh, that's easy - I was BORN TO DANCE.




(Okay, stop laughing at me you lot - it's MY vision!)

Yes - I know I'm in my 50's

Yes - I know I have problems with my joints and wake up so stiff that it takes me 30 minutes , 2 cups of coffee, and 2 painkillers before I can get out of bed.

We're not talking reality here - we're talking Dreams and Imagination. (Of which I have bucketloads!)

As a little girl I wanted to be ....................................



A Bluebell Girl

or a .................




Can-Can Dancer

or better yet,...........................





one of the Tiller Girls at the London Palladium!

When I was a child, Len was our local greengrocer. He made his deliveries by horse and cart.

Three times a week Len and a German lady who worked for him, would ride round our streets selling fruit and vegetables, most of which they grew themselves on a nearby small-holding.

They were such characters! Sadly, Len and his wife could have no children themselves - but they loved kids and made time to chat to us and give us toffee apples and the like.

Not hard to believe, but I was a real chatterbox. Len always asked me what I'd been up to and never tired of my endless tales of what I'd done.

Everytime I finished my nattering he would say,

"What a long tail our cat's got!"
(I always laughed loudly, even though I didn't understand it. Then again, neither did the German lady who was with him!)

One day, I was aged about 4, the conversation went something like this.............

Len: Now then, young Susie. What have you been up to?

Me: Mummy has been teaching me to skip with my skipping rope.

Len: Did yer Mum do it first to show you how?

Me: Yes, Uncle Len. She did.

Len: I thought so. I see the council are laying new pavements!

We all laughed. (Mum could never be described as 'skinny')

Len: Skipping, eh? That'll make you fit.

Me: I hope so. When I grow up I'm going to be a dancer on Sunday Night at the London Palladium.

Len: Are you really? You need really long legs for that.

Me: I have look here!

I lifted my dress and bent over



Me: See! They go right from my shoes - straight up to my bum!

As if the memory of the embarrassment wasn't enough, years later the German lady became my Mother-in-Law!


5 comments:

Lalabibaby said...

Oh to have legs right up to me armpits .... mine are more like Ernie Wise! Keep dreaming Sue and telling your lovely tales x

VintageWantsNotNeeds said...

Being the same age as you I can relate to all the tales you tell. My mum has a friend that was a Tiller girl she is now in her 70's but when pushed can still get her leg up high and strut her stuff. So many tales she can tell you about those days at the London Palladium you would love them.
Debbie

winnibriggs said...

Brilliant, I am wholeheartedly with you there....I started ballet lessons at 30!!...and danced the cancan doing a full jump splits at about 35 for a local operatic company 'cos none of the singers (all about 70) could manage it. I still prance about like an idiot when no one's looking!

sitting oh so pretty said...

Lolxxx you keep dancing even it is in your imagination tehexxxxxx

Sandi said...

I also started ballet lessons at 30, learnt hiphop in my early 50's and still do stretches/warm ups with my daughters jazz class. Not as quick as I used to be tho'.
Sandi