Thursday, February 24, 2011

Square Dancing

I know, I know. Square dancing? You're saying. But really, it is awesome. Remember when we all went to the Seed Swap a few weeks ago and the kids had so much fun dancing? Well, the same folks that were playing and calling the square dance there, had another one last weekend. We went. It was so much fun. Just an amazing sense of simple fun and community. The kids played, and were loved on by everyone there. It was truly a great time, and definitely something we plan on trying and doing each month when they have it.

It was held in the Gleason Woodworking building, because Chris Gleason, the amazing woodworker who owns the shop, also happens to play in the Bueno Avenue Stringband that played for us that evening. Chris was just so kind and welcoming, and Winnie greatly enjoyed playing with his young daughter.

Angus, Zhara, and Olivia were massively good square dancers. I danced with them some, as well, and it was great fun and terrific exercise.

This is a blurry photo of Angus and I dancing. I'm the one in the black shirt and bandanna, and he's in the plaid shirt. He dressed like a cowboy for the occasion.

The girls danced so much they had to sit down and rest. They hit the snacks we brought, and shared them with some of the other kids that came to the dance. Even they found awesome kid community. There were tons of urban homesteading and slow food proponents there, all of whom were so glad to pass down something as cool as square dancing to a new generation.

The caller that was there gently and kindly taught us the right moves, and no one did anything but giggle at each other when we messed up. A wonderful urban beekeeper brought homemade honey beer, and the adults definitely enjoyed a bit of that.

Adam was a hit with the little ladies (Winnie and Mary), who talked him into carrying them about through the dancers, and back and forth inside and out to the barreled bonfire out back.

1 comment:

  1. That looks like SO much fun! I remember learning to square dance in school as a child (small, rural public school) but I don't remember a thing about how to actually do it. Hmmmm, honey.