I've always loved that picture of you and Garth! I welcome the sounds of Nutcracker in "December". For me it's a joyful reminder of what was. Bleeding toes, wrapping toes, Arby's jamocha shakes, not washing my hair so it does what I want it to. Crunching rosin under my point shoes, receiving flowers from family and maybe an admirer. (This was long before the days of bouquets for just showing up). Conversations tossed back and forth to the other dancers, in the dressing room, (my friends for many years), while putting on my make-up. Ah those mirrors with the surrounding light bulbs. "Can I borrow your mascara?" Being carried on stage as soldier doll in my red top and white tights and that panicked moment of a warm sensation between my legs, "OH My God did I just start my period???!!!"
I do remember fun times. I also remember crying at midnight from exhaustion during stage rehearsals. Loved the mirrors too - so professional. Your last comment is horrifying - we've all been there...
I was unaware you went through that physical and emotional pain and stress. That would definitely put a damper on everything going on in and around you. You were a professional Terri. The only thing you let people see was your wonderful dancing.
From this distance, it's easy to forget the stress. I thought everyone felt it. I know Laura did! And really, no damper. Dancing was the joy of my life for years. Thank you so much for the compliment on my dancing!
Great photo and post. I was the mechanical doll and one of the dancers for the Chinese tea dance. I also got burned out but am reliving it as my daughter loves ballet and will be performing for the first time this year.
I just wrote a scene about the mice in Nutcracker today in my new novel. Those costumes, at least the ones we used, were so unwieldly. I'm cheering her on!
Wonderful photo, Terri. I used to take adult ballet classes just for pleasure. As the holidays approached, the dancers in class would quietly groan if the pianist started to play Nutcracker music. After hearing it over and over every day in rehearsals, they just craved something else -- maybe anything else.
I feel you. I spent several holiday seasons playing violin in the Nutcracker pit orchestra, piccolo in my ear. It does wear on a person!
Those who only hear it sporadically don't get it. Although I think I could listen to Swan Lake forever. Where did you play?
In the Columbus, Ohio Symphony. Early 1980’s. I wonder if playing in such settings contributed to my tinnitus.
Love seeing this photo of you dancing! Wow, Terri:)
Thanks Mimi. It's nostalgic for me...
I've always loved that picture of you and Garth! I welcome the sounds of Nutcracker in "December". For me it's a joyful reminder of what was. Bleeding toes, wrapping toes, Arby's jamocha shakes, not washing my hair so it does what I want it to. Crunching rosin under my point shoes, receiving flowers from family and maybe an admirer. (This was long before the days of bouquets for just showing up). Conversations tossed back and forth to the other dancers, in the dressing room, (my friends for many years), while putting on my make-up. Ah those mirrors with the surrounding light bulbs. "Can I borrow your mascara?" Being carried on stage as soldier doll in my red top and white tights and that panicked moment of a warm sensation between my legs, "OH My God did I just start my period???!!!"
I do remember fun times. I also remember crying at midnight from exhaustion during stage rehearsals. Loved the mirrors too - so professional. Your last comment is horrifying - we've all been there...
I was unaware you went through that physical and emotional pain and stress. That would definitely put a damper on everything going on in and around you. You were a professional Terri. The only thing you let people see was your wonderful dancing.
From this distance, it's easy to forget the stress. I thought everyone felt it. I know Laura did! And really, no damper. Dancing was the joy of my life for years. Thank you so much for the compliment on my dancing!
Love seeing the photo of you with Charles Garth. How nice!
He was a good partner. Steady.
Gorgeous photo of your beautiful dancing. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks Lisa! From one dancer to another.
Great photo and post. I was the mechanical doll and one of the dancers for the Chinese tea dance. I also got burned out but am reliving it as my daughter loves ballet and will be performing for the first time this year.
In nutcracker? Wish her toi, toi, toi - the german good luck for dancers!
Yes, just a short version of it. She's in the mouse scene - she's only 6 lol :). Should be an interesting hour.
I just wrote a scene about the mice in Nutcracker today in my new novel. Those costumes, at least the ones we used, were so unwieldly. I'm cheering her on!
Awe how fun! Write on sister :)
I love the Sugar Plum photo.
We were all young and beautiful once - LOL
You’re still beautiful and now you have more wisdom! 😁 And I loved seeing that photo too!
more wisdom? Yes indeed. What I didn't know at that age! LOL
Wonderful photo, Terri. I used to take adult ballet classes just for pleasure. As the holidays approached, the dancers in class would quietly groan if the pianist started to play Nutcracker music. After hearing it over and over every day in rehearsals, they just craved something else -- maybe anything else.
hahaha. Yes! Nice that you took classes.