Athur Murray Trained dancers.

One of the dancers lived in my building. She lived with her parents. She was so beautiful. We would watch her on TV every week. She got married and moved out. She married her dance partner. Lovely girl, nice family.
 
When I was in my mid-teens, my parents sent me to a ballroom dancing class, convinced that it was a social grace that I would need in life. I can still remember sweating in a jacket and tie in a non-air conditioned studio in those warm weather months, taught by an old woman who may have been considered hot in the 1920’s. It was all awkward and uncomfortable for me, especially since we were expected to dress up for the lessons…

…and would you believe it? Many decades later, I’m still waiting for someone to come and demand a waltz or cha-cha with me! The fox trot always came naturally for me, anyways… 💃 🕺
 
Oh the memories....:)

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