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dance scene in Toronto. I started train- ing as a Highland dancer, and joined my parents on Monday evenings. By this time, my Dad was dancing with the Jean Anderson Dancers and performed with them regularly. He later danced with the McLeod Dancers under the direction of Grace Harris and then the Petronella dancers under the direction of Janette Todd. He performed with these groups throughout Ontario and danced twice with the Scottish Fiddle Orchestra when they toured southern Ontario. One of my dad’s favourite stories is hosting a dinner for the Fiddle Orchestra with a backyard full of fid- dlers sitting round the pool eating mince and tatties.
My love of Scottish Country dancing continued to grow. I managed as a teenager to visit Summer School at St. Andrews two consecutive summers, and that cemented the love that still grows today. As well as improving my dancing skills, I managed to make life- long friends with Bob Blackie, Georgina Finlay, Bob Millar, John Moss, David Mackendrick, David and Betty Grant, and many friends in Scotland. I didn’t know at the time that the dancers from Toronto were keeping an eye on me for my mom and dad while I was far away from home.
As a family we were very involved
with many dance events, participating in numerous Caravans and Scottish World Festivals. I met my husband of thirty years, Duncan Skinner, at Scottish Country Dancing. My first attendance
at the Tartan Ball was as Duncan’s date. At the time, he was Treasurer of the Branch and I got to sit at the head table. Nothing like starting at the top! We both danced on Bob Millar’s dem- onstration team and continued the tra- dition of excellence in country dancing. It seemed only natural that, when the time came, our children would dance.
Our oldest daughter, Fiona, started dancing with Janette Todd when she was not quite two. She didn’t actually dance at first – she sat in the corner watching, then later that evening taught the class in its entirety to my mom and dad, including corrections on footwork. "Granddad, you’re not closing your T’s" was often heard from the family room. Amanda joined Betty Thompson’s class when she was just over two, on our return to the
Toronto area. Both girls danced with and adored Jean Noble’s girls, Fiona and Sheena. I now have two of the moms from those days dancing at my Petronella class on Wednesdays. Three generations of our family danced at the 1024some at SkyDome, something my girls still talk about.
I managed to return to Scotland for my preliminary teaching certificate when Amanda was six. What a wonderful experience. When it came time to teach my class, I had a room full of friends. As the last group of the afternoon, the examiner decided that I should first teach my lesson (last sixteen bars of a dance), then give the group a treat and teach them the whole dance. Most can- didates would collapse into a puddle
on the floor, but the dancing gods have always been good to me and the dance I was given to teach was The Duke of Perth. Karma or fate, we had a great time. A few years later I managed to obtain my full certificate with the San Francisco Branch.
I presently teach three classes in the Toronto area, two with very active demonstration teams. Petronella per- forms annually at the Seniors' Jubilee and I manage to come up with some very interesting choreography to suit the huge stage. My mom is still active in the dancing scene. She dances at several groups, is a member of the Toronto Demo team, and is very active with other activities of the branch,
and is always ready to lend a hand. Unfortunately, my dad is now confined to a wheelchair, but he continues to promote SCD and the Toronto Branch every chance he gets. I have a new granddaughter, in Tucson, Arizona, but I can assure you she is a dancer. When I visit, she comes to class with me and spends the evening skip changing up and down the hall. Who knows? By the time Toronto Branch is seventy-five, we may have four generations dancing.
Happiness is Scottish Country Dancing.
. . . Carole Skinner
[Editor’s note: Rod Nicoll died in May, 2007. We will miss him at the Fiftieth Anniversary celebrations.]
Lorna Larmour
I began dancing, not because I chose to, but because it was something that both my mother, Jean Larmour, and my aunt, Anne Meszaros, did. My earli- est memory of dancing was my first class. My father dropped me off in the Rosedale Church basement hall and promptly left the building. Being a shy gal of about five, I cried buckets for the entire class.
As time went on, dancing became a great way to escape my three brothers and Saturday morning chores at home and spend time with my beloved aunt (also one of the teachers). I waited for my aunt to finish her class, followed by coffee time with the other teacher and finally, lock up the church. In so doing, I learned how exciting the church was to explore. The basement was a dank dungeon to be feared, while the sanc- tuary was a special silent place where one skipped swiftly down the aisle to the upper balcony, then watched and waited for nothing to happen.
At coffee time, I observed the discus- sions of adults. I learned what they admired in the talented dancers and what was required to meet with the adjudicators’ satisfaction at upcoming competitions. Unfortunately for me, I was too young and awkward to ever fit in with the talented older dancers whose class I was misplaced in. I was destined to sit on the sidelines, listen at coffee time and wander the church after my class. This must have satisfied me for a long time, as, at seventeen, a teacher was needed for the little ones and I somehow fitted the bill.
I took dancing more seriously from that moment on. My greatest enjoyment came later, dancing with Georgina Finlay. I also went on to achieve my Teachers Certificate in 1999.
My reasons for dancing have changed over the years and it is only now that I understand why I have continued. I've been chasing a ghost. Not the kind con- jured up from the church basement but that of my mother. She had died long before I started dancing and I have
no memory of her. I had always heard what a wonderful dancer and person she was. Perhaps dancing is my way of feeling close to someone I always should have known.
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