Every Saturday night my parents watched Lawrence Welk, I ran sceaming to my room , ears covered, eyes averting the the horrendous lacquered hair, poofy dresses , stiff postures. .. abysmal dancing, the music.
So insulting to my coolness!
When we learned how to dance it was the POLKA that we learned first at an old dance hall-TEN MILE by Saratoga Wyo. It was a dance for everyone, grannies dancing with grannies, kids dancing with their folks- a non sexual, non everything dance- energetic hopping around in quick steps and lots of spinning till you fell down all dizzy and in hysterics. More like wrestling and boxing to us kids...
In 2009 the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences eliminated the Polka category for the Grammy awards.
OOM PAH and accordion retired and sent to the RDF channel
Molly B's Polka Party.
I catch it every once in a while and laugh and laugh and laugh.
I am never tempted to hop around the house with my imaginary partner.
Appropriately it is on the FARM channel. the men drive their partners around the floor like tractors, and the women look like they are backing a wide load into a tight parking space.
Grannies still dance with grannies, kids with their folks, and there is absolutely not a single hormone available to entice "temptation of a sexual nature".
The POLKA ,
Hilarious!
Safe!
You can almost smell the manure.
If I were ever in the neighborhood of Molly B's Polka party, you can be sure that I would drop in for a few hops around the dance floor grinning ear to ear, and I would say it was FUN!
Uncool but FUN!
Uncool is how I roll these days...
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Maybe we could be unCOOL together. I am NOT good at dancing, though I enjoy it.
We used to have lots of dancing lessons at elementary school in the dark ages (AKA 1950's). We did 'Strip the Willow' ( a folk dance) and 'The Gay Gordons' (A Scottish dance) both sound a bit unsuitable but were actually rather fun.
Later on it was the waltz. The foxtrot eluded me.
Dancing, like singing , is lots of fun and enthusiasm outweighs finesse......in my book
A-one-ann-two-anna...
Awww, you can't knock the polka. It's a great work-out and a great dance if, and only if, you are dancing with someone who really knows how to polka and how to work the floor. None of this pretending and just hopping. Believe it or not, I danced the polka with a guy who knew how to dance (not my hubby) when I was in labour expecting child #3. It was a company Christmas party at the end of Nov. and the next day my little girl was born.
OMG, the Gay Gordon. Brings back memories of the Legion, Friday nights, the whole group of us on a night out once the young'uns were big enough to leave alone.
Thanks for the memories.
Yes it does look fun! I know the Gay Gordon's that Elizabeth mentions. I have been on holiday a number of times to a Scottish hotel that has Scottish Country dancing-which I am not good at. I cannot do any sort of ballroom though I wish I could!
Saturday night with the plastic-hair Lennon Sisters. Ewwww! makes my skin crawl even now. Mom and Dad loved it. Dad would put off cow milking to see LW and his bubble machine.
However, I agree with the fun and uncoolness of polka. I'd put it right up there with Chicken Dance and thank those German-Czech-Bohemians every time I hop and skip and smile.
I love to dance the polka. So much fun!
Ha! We used to watch Lawrence Welk and I actually liked it. But I was too young at that point to really be aware of coolness. Polka has always been a mystery to me!
i liked lawrence welk for the happy girls who were so clean and as i got older i wondered what went on behind the scenes of that happy clean pure sexless world. really . . . what happened?!!!! steven
And don't forget the token black tap dancer on Larry's show - Arthur Duncan. I saw him in Seattle a few years ago and have an autographed photo!
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