Country Dancing at Junior Schools


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Always loved dancing. Still do and still fancy myself as a 'mover'. Pity no one else sees it that way   My first experience with dancing was when at the Windley Jr school. We would be taken

I remember looking forward to dancing lessons precisely because we were deliberately placed in boy, girl, boy, girl order: for ease of partnering but possibly also to stop the boys being silly, which

3 hours ago, philmayfield said:

When I went to my one and only sixth form dancing class, Mellish v Brincliffe, I danced with a girl I last saw at Arno Vale Juniors. I can’t recall her name but Margie may remember her. She could always write very good, gripping stories and the teacher would ask her to read them out in class. She must have wondered why I didn’t turn up the following week but I had already decided that my dancing career was over.

Was it Diana  Lane?  I can’t remember her storytelling talents but I think she went to Brincliffe (or perhaps it was Hollygirt?). Also Sally Fremantle?

I just know they didn’t go to C le W ….

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Sorry Phil, I can’t remember a girl like the one you describe l.  Obviously she wasn’t in my circle of friends….

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Lizzie, I think we didn’t do country dancing at C le W because there would have been no space in the curriculum to do such a thing!
Another reason might be that because the school was co-Ed we didn’t need to meet with other schools in order to socialise with the opposite sex…
The time at school was filled mainly with academic stuff most (but not all) of which I have never found a use for in my whole life, except to teach to other children!  
I enjoyed all the learning though, so that’s a positive.

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I'm sure I've recounted on here before.. how we used to be forced into 'Music and Movement' in primary school.  In the one I recall.. all of the boys were gardeners with brooms, and all of the girls were Autumn Leaves... in need of a good sweeping up.... Ooo.Err...:blink:

 

I found it deeply embarrassing.. and anyway.the girls weren't cooperating with our brooms....

Later, I recall doing the marginally less threatening 'Durham Reel'.  About that time we sang 'The Raggle Taggle Gypsies.. Oh' as well. Obviously the basis for my later interest inFolk Music.

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Always loved dancing. Still do and still fancy myself as a 'mover'. Pity no one else sees it that way:rolleyes:

 

My first experience with dancing was when at the Windley Jr school. We would be taken across Forest Rd to Acort St where there was a school annex and we would be taught country dancing. The Windley school then was separated with boys on the lower part and girls on the upper part. So our dancing class was all boys. It didn't seem odd then for the younger junior boys to partner in a country dance. Boys in the final years did woodwork instead - again at the Acort St annex. 

I blame my formative years at boys only school for never getting to understand women:biggrin:

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On 10/28/2021 at 10:43 AM, PeverilPeril said:

I blame my formative years at boys only school for never getting to understand women

 

I must admit that five years in the testosterone driven High Pavement didn't exactly enhance my skills in the 'communicating with young laydees' dept.  But I learned quickly once I got out of there... :rolleyes:

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