LISA LAMBERT MUSIC

Daddy loved to dance.  Ballroom dancing was his favorite! When he was single, he apparently taught most of the young women in Northeast Mississippi and Northwest Alabama how to dance…I hear stories from the ladies he taught. On the other hand, Mama had never even been to a dance when they married, let alone learned to dance herself. I was 2 or 3 when Mama decided that she would learn how to dance before the next summer when we would once again go with Daddy to the Mississippi Hospital Convention.  You see, on the last night of the convention there was always a fancy dress ball with lots of dancing….she intended to whirl around the floor with the best of them. Daddy was delighted!  After they put me to bed on weekends, they would push all of the furniture in the living room up against the walls to clear space for dance lessons.  Of course, I usually interrupted them at some point in time during the evening…but they never complained. By the next Hospital Convention, Mama had made such a wonderful dance partner that the other dancers cleared the floor just to watch them glide across the floor like Fred & Ginger! I recently dreamed about those dance lessons of long ago….