Sharing the Legacy

Aug 24th 2010

I was lucky enough to have danced during Boston’s Middle-Eastern heyday, when fabulous live music and outstanding performance was available somewhere almost every night. Armenian, Greek, Arabic, Turkish, was played in clubs by the best of the best. The dancers were proficient, varied and many; beginners had splendid examples to watch and grow from, fresh music everywhere on which to test themselves. And with no exceptions, we had to learn two important things: the finger cymbals and the terror and exhilaration of working with a live band.

I taught, took classes, made my own costumes, created my own dances, and practiced, practiced, practiced. A horseback riding accident suddenly and permanently took me offstage, but I never stopped drawing and painting. 

I hope to share some of these stories and pictures here because I believe it is important to remember them.  And I would enjoy having some shared with me.