Lee Anne, this is such a wonderful story, both for us, your readers, as it must be for you when you recollect these heartwarming memories. I imagine that when the train departed New York, and you could hear the music coming from inside, part of you must have wanted to run after the train and jump aboard. How sweet and exciting to have been part of a such a special piece of history. I think I recognize you in two of the photos. Thank you for sharing this great story.
I remember reading this story many years ago and loved it again today as much as I loved it the first time. Are you visible in either of the two pictures posted?
I found this piece after googling "June Taylor dancers" following a reference to them in the comments section of an instagram reel of young dancers performing a synchronized series of movements a la Busby Berkeley style, and as an occasional ballroom dancer I found this an interesting read. I was very young when you had this experience and that made it even more interesting-i love history! thanks for writing :)
Thank you! It's a mere slice of history in the grand scheme, but it's from an era that will be forever lost to "Americana" as she once was. It's bittersweet as impermanence prevails. So, we make new histories!
Pauline, thank you for your kind, perceptive words. The train scene was a mixed blessing for there was another story occurring in tandem with that experience I chose not to disclose, though it is in my book. It was equally bittersweet. Thank you, dear Friend.
Thank you! I enjoyed revisiting it and was grateful I located it in an old backup drive. The blog in which it originally appeared is gone. I am in all three pictures of the dancers! They are so old and the best I could do to restore was get the brown color of aging out and some other tweaks too boring to speak of here. Be well, dear Friend.
Lee Anne, this is such a wonderful story, both for us, your readers, as it must be for you when you recollect these heartwarming memories. I imagine that when the train departed New York, and you could hear the music coming from inside, part of you must have wanted to run after the train and jump aboard. How sweet and exciting to have been part of a such a special piece of history. I think I recognize you in two of the photos. Thank you for sharing this great story.
I remember reading this story many years ago and loved it again today as much as I loved it the first time. Are you visible in either of the two pictures posted?
I found this piece after googling "June Taylor dancers" following a reference to them in the comments section of an instagram reel of young dancers performing a synchronized series of movements a la Busby Berkeley style, and as an occasional ballroom dancer I found this an interesting read. I was very young when you had this experience and that made it even more interesting-i love history! thanks for writing :)
Thank you! It's a mere slice of history in the grand scheme, but it's from an era that will be forever lost to "Americana" as she once was. It's bittersweet as impermanence prevails. So, we make new histories!
Pauline, thank you for your kind, perceptive words. The train scene was a mixed blessing for there was another story occurring in tandem with that experience I chose not to disclose, though it is in my book. It was equally bittersweet. Thank you, dear Friend.
Thank you! I enjoyed revisiting it and was grateful I located it in an old backup drive. The blog in which it originally appeared is gone. I am in all three pictures of the dancers! They are so old and the best I could do to restore was get the brown color of aging out and some other tweaks too boring to speak of here. Be well, dear Friend.