A lot of folks don't hold with "dancing," and I'll just say right up front that I am one of those folks. Moving around on a ballroom floor (yes, I've been to the Governor's Ball in Sacramento) back and forth--going nowhere fast--is not my idea of a fun-filled evening. Worse . . . at those kinds of fancy dances, you have to dance with a gentlemen. Thanks, but no thanks! I tried to hide at the Governor's Ball (when I couldn't get out of going), and wished I could hang out at the punch bowl, but no such luck! I had to be polite and dance with a number of ridiculous, young strangers! My traitor brothers were off dancing with other ladies. I was mad at them for a week, especially when they promised to look out for me. Oh, and worse, I had to get all dressed up (you can't go to the Governor's Ball in your everyday clothes).
|Teaching Emily a dance step|
|A dance step. Girls in a circle inside; boys on the outside.|
The nice thing about a barn dance is that everybody dances with everybody. The fiddler (Mr. John McMurray for this dance) stood on a barrel to play! Yikes! I was sure he would fall off when he really got going. You really don't have partners too much. Well, that's not entirely true. You change around a lot, but usually end up with the partner you began the dance with.
The barn dance was a lot of fun. Yes, I even danced with Jack, but it took a whole hour for him to get up the nerve to ask me to join him for a round. That's the round where we were flying so fast that my hand slipped out of Jack's and crash! I sailed into the table with the punch bowl. Thankfully, the bowl itself only rocked and splashed punch on my dress but didn't spill over.
My friend Cory was there too, and he was my partner too. Everybody took turns being partners with everybody else. Now, that is the kind of dance I like. Chad broke down and took me around for a few steps. Usually, he and I don't get along too well at these dances--especially the kind where you have the same partner for the entire dance. He takes the opportunity to ride me about something I've done, and I can't run off--not without being rude. But at a barn dance, it's even fun to dance with your brothers. Or your friends. I taught little Emily a few steps of a dance she hadn't seen before. I even took Cory's little sisters around. What fun! Here is a picture of some of the attendees.
|McMurrays' barn is the only barn in town with a real floor. They did it on purpose, so they can host the dances!|
I tried to pick out some of the people I recognized, but this photo is not very clear. I picked out Chad, of course, even if I couldn't see his face. Who wouldn't recognize the easy, carefree way he's leaning against the post? Cory, of course, had to be head and shoulders over everybody else, and I even picked out our schoolmaster, Mr. Foster. Standing so proper, with his hands in front, and skinny as a rail. Jack looks younger and shorter than he really is. The camera must be playing tricks. When he saw this photo, he tried to snatch it out of my hands so he could tear the side (with him) away. Ha! That won't happen! I buried myself in the back and slouched, so you can't see me.