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Flashback Friday: The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd

Catherine’s concert this week got me thinking: She comes by those vocal chops naturally (click at the end of this post for another song from Wednesday’s concert).

By the time I was her age, I had been singing my way through life — church choir, school chorus, school plays, driving my mother crazy around the house. (A tonsillectomy at age 18 forever smashed my record-label fantasies, but doesn’t keep me from singing today … in the shower, the supermarket, the kitchen, along with the car radio and sometimes along with the Jazzercise set I’m teaching.)

I danced, too. Having had a brief run at tap and ballet lessons, I had a lovely plie and a mean step-shuffle-step combination that I practiced over and over (and over) on the wood floors of our house. (Confession: If I still had tap shoes, I’d be doing the very same today.)

Although rather shy and not comfortable being the center of attention (which will no doubt come as a shock to my Jazzercise customers), there was something about performing that drew me back again and again.

Truthfully, my skills were fair to middling: I could hold a note, follow basic choreography in the smallest possible way, and deliver a line as well as any well-programmed robot.

I was a triple no-threat.

But it was fun. And like most budding ingenues, I got my start early. Here I am as the narrator of Mrs. Plakun’s kindergarten play at Park Avenue School.

May 17, 1972. Wish the photo was clearer. I remember loving that fancy dress, the hairdo was no doubt the result of sleeping on a head full of curlers.

May 17, 1972. Wish the photo was clearer. I remember loving that fancy dress. The hairdo was no doubt the result of sleeping on a head full of curlers.

This was before a stint as Prince Lollipop, a lesser role that required my mother to sew numerous multicolored circles of felt on my tights and leotard, and countless other supporting roles over the years.

As far as I remember, this play was also the only time I was picked first for something at school. My average-ness gave way over the years to others much more talented. (My athletic skills didn’t save me — my classmates used to pray I’d be absent on gym days rather than have to add me to the end of their team rosters.)

Look closely at my shoes: You can see that then — as now — I had both feet planted firmly on the ground.

Honestly, though, your time this morning is better spent listening to this:

About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.


5 thoughts on “Flashback Friday: The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd

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  2. Wow… love your blog! Newest follower here. I was hoping that you might stop by and follow me back if you like what you read!

    Have a lovely weekend,

    Posted by Sarah | June 1, 2013, 11:16 am
  3. I remember sleeping in curlers very well 🙂 Before any of my dance performances my mother would make my hair curly and it drove me nuts! Love the dress though, old photos are the best!

    Posted by Foodie in WV | May 31, 2013, 7:45 am

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