It was raining (as it is happening right now too) yesterday evening... Because of that, the little concert that was held in the park in our town didn't have a huge audience and people who would dance around. You can imagine that it is not so easy to dance with umbrellas in your hands. Wiggle a bit, that could be done, but still, it was not so comfortable.
I also left the event, though the musicians showed themselves quite good ones. Also, it is more enjoyable if you have the proper ambience around you - others who share the same energy and vibes for expressing those good feelings by moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. Hmm, not many dancers happened to be there, but I repeat, it was the rain that swiped away the possibility of converting the soil in the park into a kind of dance floor.
Though this post started in this spirit, I am not here to talk about this tiny event that happened yesterday. I am here to tell you about a person who truly liked to dance and sing, not professionally, but for her fun and for us at home. Always with a smile on her face, she used to tell the stories from her youth, including the social events she was attending.
If you have already noticed the next photo I think it can be easily guessed that I am talking about my grandmother. She was my maternal grandma and would have her birthday today... I remembered about that a couple of days ago, but unfortunately, I can't call her and wish her a happy birthday. She is no longer with us.
This is a photo of my grandmother taken some years before the Second World War.
We see her in a white dress, probably after (or before?) the event of her First Communion (at that time, people mainly went to a photographer just for special occasions). She looks so serene in the photo, though, according to her anecdotes, she was always full of energy and ready to do some mischief. You remember the colouring of the pages of this collection, right? 😉
The war left some marks on the family and her older brother went missing due to his beliefs and loyalty to the brotherhood he belonged to but life had to continue. My grandma grew into a beautiful young lady who continued with her positive energy. She became a hairdresser and established her own business (together with my grandfather). I am so proud of the fact that they were the most famous hairdressers in town!
Their circle of friends was wide and they often went to dance events. And did you know that those dance events at that time had a lot of importance? A dance hall was a place for socializing, a place where you could listen to music, dance, maybe fall in love, see all your friends but also negotiate with business partners.
I am not sure if my grandma could dance the tango like this, but I do know she talked a lot about waltzes. I have never got those steps correctly, though she tried to teach me.
One, two three, one two three.
One step forward, then step aside and close. Step back, aside and close.
It never worked for me!! 😂 Well, I learned the steps, but it was still not the case that I could dance it properly and with grace. If dance it at all, to be honest. 😁
But if not dancing, we had other fun with my grandma. The stories that she used to tell me immensely entertained me and sometimes she was singing me. (There was one song she liked to sing, but I didn't understand it and it seemed just silly to me.) I used to go to her house every Sunday (with my family) but also several days during the week. Her house was located in the strict centre of the town, a few minutes away from the school so I went there after my regular lesson, had lunch with her, listened to her anecdotes, played and rested and went back to the music school lessons. For years, until I went to a different city to live (for my high school).
Those were some good times, in childhood. If they could somehow come back, just for a moment, I would even sing with her that song I didn't understand when I was small, and hug her, a lot, today and every day.
for me either, I'm more about being warm in my house with my cat and a good video game.
Leave that your grandmother must have been in a "very good time".
I won't say why
Where the art and music was of good quality where they valued more the witnessable events with beautiful music and nice dances.
(Not like now that I don't even want to get close to those
abominationof dances in my country).PS: in my country they dance pure
shit TRAP.para mi tampoco, soy más de estar calentito en mi casa con mi gato y uno buenos videojuegos
Dejan eso tu abuela debió de estar en una "muy buena época"
No diré el porque
Donde el arte y la música era de buena calidad donde se valoraban más a los eventos presenciables con esa música hermosa y lindo bailes
(No como ahora que ni quiero acercarme ni con un palo a esas
abominacionde bailes en mi país)PD: en mi país se baila puro
mierdaTRAPTrap?
Then I think you need earplugs for that "music" 😁
I will use this technique when winter arrives, though I just need a cat and video games :D
In every country there is a tragedy
The whole "stay at home with kittens and video games" thing, use it in the winter, but
It has side effects like laziness
En cada país hay una tragedia
Eso de quedarse en casa con gatitos y videojuegos, usarlo en invierno, pero
Tiene efectos secundarios como la pereza 😁
I am already infected by those side effects 😂
😂😂😂😂😂😂
We have already lost it
Grandmothers are so important they should last forever, if I could go back in time I would hug mine a lot too ❤
Grandmothers are the best 😇
Entonces hoy brindamos aquí por tu abuela y su cumpleaños, @mipiano, mientras celebramos el de mamani. ¡Qué lindos recuerdos!
Mamani dice que se va a poner un vestido que le regaló mi tía, la menor se sus hermanas, que no está aquí hoy, sino en Artemisa. Entonces la voy a invitar a bailar este tango, y haré el vídeo. Espero que no nos emborrachemos antes con la cerveza y el whisky, porque ya estamos en esto desde hace rato.
😂🍺🥃
Sí 🥂
Mamani seguro que está disfrutando de la fiesta y de a reunión familiar. El baile va a pasar antes o después de whisky? :D 🥃
El baile va a ocurrir en la noche, antes de que acabe la jornada de celebración y el whisky. 🙂🤭
👏👏👏
Estás practicando ya los pasos o será una coreografía tipo jazz?
Tipo Jazz 😂🥃
How beautiful what I've just read, plus the tango music... For a head of Gardel... you have no idea what it has inspired me. First of all it's one of the family's favourite songs. I remembered my grandmother and the anecdotes of going to dances with my grandfather... I think we are in sync, I've been thinking about them and something that inspires me music, what a beauty.
You made me smile with melancholy, thank you for that.❤️
Note: dancing doesn't work for me either even though I love listening to music, I love it!
This is an inspired corner hehe, and I am glad this song brought you inspiration and memories 😇🎶
Seems that we are not really good at learning to dance 😁
Do you know that I was bullying for that at school? It was terrible, but no, I don't dance at all hahahahaha
😦
Do you mean bullied?
But why? Everyone had to know how to dance?
I was one of the most studious in the class, one of those who dedicated themselves to study, responsibility and those things.... and I didn't like to dance... I didn't go to parties and when I had to go I was forced to go almost by dragging myself along... I felt very bad.
I wouldn't go back to school hahaha
Teenagers can be very cruel.
Yeah, not a good feeling when one has to do something but doesn't really like to.
you see, I would not go either, but tomorrow I go back to school. I start to work lol
hahaha i mean go back and go to high school hahaha
Have a great start to school tomorrow!
What a nice post. It's nice to have such sweet memories about your grandmother. Unfortunately those times will never come back.
You don't master keringő? 😲😲😲 I love keringő!
See how easy it is? 😂
Aha, easy!
My head is already spinning 😂
Although we can't go back in time, we can preserve the memory... the only thing we can do.
Köszi 😇
What a time those were!
Everything was geared toward socializing, living together. Now it is becoming more and 0difficult: music always too loud, or technology closes this Possibility.
We have to take back our spaces, I don't say cancel technology, but limit its use a lot!
No, not cancel the technology. It brings so many good things! But the times were just different, so all the things we do now to socialize - our grandparents did too, just differently ;)
After reading her story, I am sure that she danced the tango very well, because it is clear that she lived life to the fullest and enjoyed it. Before many things were not so easy for women and to see that she had a successful business in her city speaks very well of your grandparents. What I loved most about your story was to feel the love you have for that great woman and it confirms to me that when you love with so much passion, time cannot erase anything, not even memories. Like you, I wish those moments would come back, but since they don't, we can enjoy and live the music as they inherited it through the blood that runs through our veins... What a beautiful story my friend, I send you a big hug!...
She was full of life, always. She had great energy and loved to talk, with everyone. I guess good communication skills made also their business successful :))
The fun of listening to a live performance like this is not at all like sitting at home listening to songs.
Oh, melancholy... Trust me, I know a few things about it.... Beauty, my dear, beautiful post as usual.