Posted: 12/09/2012 at 10:17
Jean, you missed pianist and accordionist.
My mother thought men should cook, my father a haulage contractor would move people and accept goods instead of pay, my first piano, a banjo, accordion, working steam train and a shotgun.
Mum and Dad champion dancers in the local halls when you got money and goods, they did not dance with each other in Comps though, took me along as baby sitter would not look after me only my sister.
The lights music fabulous clothes and the dancing, I was hooked, there was always some lady would get me up between the comps and I was a quick learner.
Demonstration dances at school, Scout and Cadet dances with one of the better girl dancers got you noticed so no shortage of partners.
Starting the big boys dancing and unable to go to the pub first (the landlords knew me) as they did gave me an empty floor (well of men) and a plethora of partners including a much older lady who was Latin perfection you get the picture.
I did take some lessons but ended up acting as a partner for some of the girls during instruction. You could dance every night of the week on a Sunday we all went to the Ace club always short of men because only lemonade was served and no pass outs. So Jean it sums up some of my formative years and in time did meet my future wife Joan at a dance, that was another unbelievable story.