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“On the Ninth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to me…nine ladies dancing…”


Annie Holshouser, our daughter, was our “lady dancing” all her life!  She was born to move, born with rhythm, and can remember any pattern you throw at her!  She danced from age three to …well…she still dances! I hope she always will! Tap with friends is so awesome! Annie Holshouser, @ 1987Annie Holshouser takes a bow after ballet, @ 1986

Max and I were blessed in that both of our daughters were musically talented in several different ways. Instrumentally, voice, dance—it allowed us to see and hear many wonderful performances over the years, from childhood recitals through college!Annie Holshouser on stage @ 1989

But that Annie, she was the dancer!  From ballet, to tap, to modern, jazz, and ballroom!  You should  be so lucky as to see this young lady do the tango, it was so steamy, I thought I’d  have to leave the auditorium! I am her mother after all! I was never like that, so I cannot claim credit for her talent, shucks, but I can certainly enjoy it and revel in the memories.

Of course, all of us parents are proud to see our kids on stage participating where their talents lead them. (or perhaps on the ball field?)  and I’m sure we all have our stories, but I do remember when she was just 12 or perhaps 13, and had enrolled in her first jazz dance class .  I stayed to observe, usually discouraged by Annie, LOL, but realized  immediately why I probably shouldn’t have. There’s my precious, sweet, innocent little girl, right, all impulse and movement, lightening speed and grace, but what do I see?  Here’s this middle-aged dancer/coach having them parade around the studio, with one huge wall mirrored, saying “Strut ladies! Strut, show what God gave you! “   You are kidding me! It was all I could do not to walk out there and jerk my child right off that dance floor! My little girl didn’t “strut”…what was wrong with her! ? LOL But I didn’t , and she survived the class only to be even more graceful! It’s hard for a momma lion to let her cubs go!                    

Annie Holshouser dancing like nobody is watching, @ 1994

You see the picture of Annie, about age 10, “dancing like no one is watching”—in her nightgown no less! That was our life with her, from the time she was three until the present, she’s rarely far from moving to the music! And of course , she had to grow up, moved into ballroom dancing and enjoyed her galas and balls! Keep on dancing my darling!Annie Holshouser, going to the Cadet Ball, 1999

But wait, I haven’t shown you nine ladies dancing, but hmmm…look below, you have a treat!  Merry Christmas everybody, on this ninth day of Christmas, and still the beginning of a brand new year, I encourage you to go ahead and move to the music  yourself! That’s right, turn it up loud, let it all hang out, smile, grin, laugh out loud! Make a joyful noise!

Annie and Frankie showing off their tango, @ 2009

Author: Helen Holshouser

Old enough to enjoy life, I am a Red Hatter, grandmother, gardener, and amateur genealogist. I am a retired clinical psychologist, master's level, who is disabled with heart disease, but having fun with family and friends. Married over 40 years, I have two grown daughters and three grandchildren. I have learned that grandchildren provide a joy one never knew existed---writing feeds my soul, gardening is therapy, and genealogy research makes me feel like a detective!

3 thoughts on ““On the Ninth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to me…nine ladies dancing…”

  1. Helen, I loved the story and the photos, especially the one of her in her little white dress, curtseying and holding the roses! How precious!


  2. Thank you Beverly, she is 32 yrs. old now! this was fun for me and I hope a family treasure. –perhaps for her grandchildren one day! You helped teach me to think generations! Love you dearly, Helen


  3. Pingback: Gustavus Ang Voelkler, Another Stellar Musician, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks, #41 | Heart of a Southern Woman

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