Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Dancing Around Our Zimmer Frames with Generation Z by Jane Risdon

Delighted that author Jane Risdon has joined us again for the new series of Posts from Your Archives.

Dancing Around Our Zimmer Frames with Generation Z by Jane Risdon

 

Since writing this piece in 2013, I have had several people read it again and mention it to me. The subject often comes up when talking about music and what life in a Residential Home might be for the Baby Boomers when they get to ‘that’ age.

I thought I’d share it again.

I hope you enjoy it and it gets you thinking.

I think we should start a movement to ensure that such places have a decent music collection available for those of us born in the 1950s and after, for whom George Formby and Pearl Johnson and Teddy Carr – wonderful in their day – is the stuff of nightmares.

At primary school we had Country dancing lessons and it was a good opportunity for the boys to grab the girls and fling them from one end of the gymnasium to the other when the ‘Caller,’ shouted, ‘Change partners.’

Later, at the Convent school we didn’t have dancing as it probably meant ‘touching’ each other, but we did dance around the May pole, trying not to tangle the ribbons or go the wrong way, which is a special feat one of my sisters still manages much to the totally cringing embarrassment of her children.

When we celebrated the crowning of Mary, Queen of The May, we sort of skipped about a bit in our white dresses, all very proper, overseen by The Mother Superior, so there wasn’t any opportunity to grab or be grabbed.

Big school saw us learning how to do the ‘Dashing White Sergeant,’ and ‘The Gay Gordons,’ – nope, not a Gay Scottish dance! I was a dab hand at the ‘Valeta Snowball,’ in spite of the boys still wanting to fling me from one side of the Gym to the other whenever we had to be twirled.

About the same time as we were tripping the light fantastic with our pubescent male partners, The Beatles and Chubby Checker were doing ‘The Twist,’ and up and down the country the sexes danced apart and around each other. Our school dances saw us all ‘twisting’ and ‘shaking it up baby,’ and doing ‘The March of The Mods,’ under the watchful eyes of various teachers, ensuring we didn’t ‘shake it up,’ too much behind the bike sheds in between dances.

Meantime, at various family weddings our parents still waltzed up and down, jitter-bugged and attempted to ‘Walk the dog,’ and ‘Do the locomotion,’ much to the horror of their children who watched ‘the oldies,’ making complete idiots of themselves. I can recall my Dad nearly slipping a disc doing ‘The Twist,’ and hobbling off the dance floor much to my great relief, before I died of embarrassment in front of all the eligible young men I’d discovered lurking near the bar.

Towards the middle to late nineteen sixties something called a Discotheque appeared and every town had one so it seemed. Our nearest town had one every Sunday afternoon in the old dance hall where my parents had quick stepped to the likes of Edmundo Ros, and smooched to Nat King Cole, when they were courting.

We were the generation who hoped ‘We all die before we get old,’ and who cringed at anyone over twenty-five, who we deemed ‘too old and over the hill,’ to know anything about life and us – teenagers. We died of shame at them dancing, or behaving like we did.

The Discotheque (not known as a Disco at that time), was a cool place to hang out. We could listen to the latest Singles and Long Playing Records (later known as albums), whilst checking out the opposite sex from underneath our Cathy McGowan fringes and Dusty Springfield blacked eyes, faces pale with Max Factor foundation, across the distance of table and chairs grouped round the outside of the dance floor. There was something we all thought so sophisticated – from Italy – called Espresso (coffee), and we also had Pepsi Cola and Coca Cola in long-necked bottles with straws. Such decadence.

The boys didn’t dance, they just stood and watched the girls and smoked. The girls danced self-consciously in pairs or groups of four or five, around their handbags piled in the middle of them, on the floor. There was a whole lot of shaking going on to The Mersey Beats, The Beatles, The Swinging Blue Jeans, Herman’s Hermits, The Walker Brothers, The Rolling Stones, The Kinks, and the latest music from America; Sam and Dave, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, and all the Motown and Phil Spector bands and vocalists who were so new and exciting. Suddenly we didn’t want to listen to Frank Ifield, Matt Munro or Frank Sinatra.

Summer of Love

Woodstock and the Isle of Wight festivals led us into long flowing robes, free love and flower-power and boys with hair to their shoulders and hips to die for. We danced and swayed to Dylan, Joan Baez, and Peter, Paul and Mary and Barry McGuire, who reminded us we were all ‘On the Eve of Destruction.’ No-one held each other to dance, everyone ‘did their own thing.’

It was The Summer of Love and we weren’t going to miss out.

Slam diving, stage diving, and moshing took over eventually and boys were back in the game, dancing on their own, throwing themselves around like the demented. Girls stood and watched and kept money ready to make the 999 phone call to summon an ambulance if one of them misjudged the crowd, and landed on their head and not in the arms of their mates, when they launched themselves off of speaker stacks and high stages.

Disco bounced into our lives with Donna Summer, The Bee Gees and John Travolta and we were all strutting our stuff under the mirrored globes in nightclubs, where lighted floors, strobes and laser lighting created monsters of us all, reflected in the mirrored walls. Everyone dressed to impress. Image was the thing. We all had a swagger to our walk and the boys knew how to swagger the most.

By this time our children were ‘disco’ mad too and it was our turn to be the ‘oldies,’ not safe out alone and certainly not allowed on the dance floor in polite company. They were ‘Dirty Dancing’ to ‘Fame,’ and ‘Grease,’ and holding your partner became all the rage again. But not for parents. That was deemed ‘gross,’ and a step too far.

TV shows featuring ballroom dancing, Latin American dancing and everything in-between has taken off in a big way.

When I was young we could watch Victor Silvester on his TV show ‘Come Dancing,’ – all sequins and taffeta – but only on a black and white set.

Which brings me to afternoon tea dances which are becoming more and more popular now, not that I could ever imagine myself at one, but people are going to them again. I am not sure which generation.

Then I wonder about myself and my generation. We still listen to the music of our youth, and our children enjoy it too, but we also listen to their music as well. I think about my mother’s generation and The Big Bands of the nineteen forties and Rock and Roll of the nineteen fifties.

Whenever you see a nursing home or a retirement home on TV these days, the music they are singing along to is the music of their generation; Sinatra, Crosby and Guy Mitchell, Patsy Cline and so on. They sing along to the piano player pounding out ‘Knees up mother Brown,’ and ‘Roll out the Barrel,’ and I get a funny sensation as I wonder what my generation will be singing along to when we are in nursing homes and the ‘entertainment’ turns up.

I have a vision of a row of tattooed women with face piercings, dancing around their Zimmer frames, watched by rows of elderly men, similarly tattooed and pierced, in sweat-shirts and jeans, longing for a joint and a pint, singing along to ‘Rock and Roll,’ by Led Zeppelin, ‘My Generation,’ by The Who and ‘Dancing Queen,’ by Abba….followed by ‘God Save the Queen,’ by the Sex Pistols. A ‘mosh pit,’ would be in the middle of the room and those brave enough and whose knees still worked, would try to launch themselves off of the leg rests of their geriatric recliners, shouting ‘Up the revolution.’

Outside, Para-medics would be busy loading exhausted ‘Generation Zimmer,’ into their ambulances. For a change they are not being abused and sworn at – shouts of ‘peace and love’ would fill the air with offers to share a spliff – for medicinal purpose of course.

Now there’s a thought.

Rock on.

(c) Jane Risdon 2013

Thanks Jane and count me in and I have brought my own piece of music to be carried out to the ambulance to with……my theme song…..have to got out with Queen.

 

My thanks to Jane for sharing this retro look at the music and dance scene, which she knows very well and shares in her debut novel Only One Woman published last November.

About Only One Woman

Two women, one love story.

June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

One of the recent reviews for the book

Bobbi Lerman  5.0 out of 5 stars A delightful, delicious ride of a read! December 30, 2017

For me, Only One Woman by Christina Jones & Jane Risdon was an absolute delight of a read from the first page to the last. I felt like I was transported back to the rock n roll era of swinging sixties England as I walked along with both coming of age heroines as they meet and fall in love with the same soon to be rock god.

The writers literally take you back in time and into the world of the beautiful, lonely, Renza who is dealing with a mom with serious control issues and Stella, the equally beautiful, slightly more experienced budding journalist with health issues that in the end send her seeking a new life journey. When these two music, musician obsessed, young women fall in love with the same man, well….

Both authors meld their unique voices to deliver a combination of fun, fast paced storytelling that nails the lifestyle, free love attitude of the sixties with interesting, engaging characters that draw you in from the start. Not to mention the quirky cast of characters that people this world. I fell in love the boys in the band.

Nostalgic and delicious are the two best words to describe this story. I highly recommend and can’t wait to see if there is a sequel.

 Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/Only-One-Woman-Christina-Jones-ebook/dp/B075D88JBP

and Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-One-Woman-Christina-Jones-ebook/dp/B075D88JBP

Read more reviews and follow Jane on Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5831801.Jane_Risdon

About Jane Risdon

Jane Risdon began writing five years ago having had a successful career in the International Music Industry which has taken her all over the world working with everything from Rock, Thrash Metal, and R&B/Pop to Chinese Opera. Her work has taken her to North America, Europe, and Singapore: even to Taiwan.

She’s been involved in Television, Radio, and the Movies around the world.

Travelling extensively and living overseas she draws upon her life experiences when writing Crime/Mystery novels, short stories in all genres – including humour, and she has dabbled in flash fiction.

Some of these experiences have found their way into her short stories about the Music Business, and she is presently working on a novel which will bring a lot of her more crazy ‘rock ‘n roll’ experiences into one tome.

Her main focus remains crime however, and she is working on a series of novels called ‘Ms Birdsong Investigates’ centered around a glamorous ex MI5 Officer forced into early retirement, who is trying to keep a low profile in a rural village in Oxfordshire. Her past experiences come to the fore when she finds herself investigating murder. Soon she finds herself back on old territory with Russian Mafia, Ukrainian People Traffickers and an old flame to deal with.

Connect to Jane Risdon

Blog:  https://janerisdon.wordpress.com/ 
Facebook: http://wp.me/2dg55 http://www.facebook.com/JaneRisdon2 
Accent Press: http://www.accentpress.co.uk/jane-risdon
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jane_Risdon

If you are interested in joining Jane and the other writers who are sharing posts from their archives….. here is the link: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/01/01/happy-new-year-and-the-start-of-the-2018-series-of-smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives/

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58 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Dancing Around Our Zimmer Frames with Generation Z by Jane Risdon

  1. Pingback: Smorgasbord Posts: Dancing Around Our Zimmer Frames with Generation Z by Jane Risdon – The Militant Negro™

  2. What a great post, Jane. It really made me smile at the memories of the music I grew up with and how it defined the time of life. I had to laugh at your vision of our retirement homes rocking with Led Zeppelin and The Who. I’ll add Pink Floyd and Bob Dylan. It sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks for sharing, Sally.

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  3. All of those, and could I please also have The Eagles and Dire Straits? And maybe Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers? I could list a couple more, but I don’t want to be the Greedy Old Lady in Room 210. 😀

    Great post! Thanks for the laugh this morning. Now, I need to get up off of my own fat-bottom and strut my stuff around a vacuum cleaner! 😀

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  4. Reblogged this on Jane Risdon and commented:
    My archive blog post resurrected by Sally Cronin this week. Hope you enjoy this bit of fun; a look at what the future might hold for the Baby Boomers when the Dance floor has to accommodate a few Zimmer Frames as we bop to Zeppelin or Queen…

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  5. By the time I was a teen, Rush and ACDC were tearing up the stage and Mick Jagger was swinging his ‘thang’ making girls swoon for the British rocker. I can just see me in my wheelchair with a boombox tied behind my head, filling the halls with Raise a Little Hell! lol

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  6. Jane, you evoked a whole period I was just a tiny bit too young to enjoy but lived vicariously through with the help of my almost contemporary uncles and aunts (I was the eldest child of the eldest child of a big catholic family so some of them were only 5 years older than me). I remember the family dos you describe and the youth club dances… I would like to say it brought all those joys back but while that is accurate I do think the word joys is misplaced. Looking back though you are right, they were fun though and an experience I would not want to have missed. A great piece that has me reveling in nostalgia. Thanks Paul

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    • Ah Paul those big families. I am the eldest of 6 – know it well. I am glad it evoked memories of fun times. I seem to be stuck with nostalgia at the moment instead of my usual crime writing..but it is fun to wallow a little. Whose music would you play?

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      • I grew up with.. first LP ‘Hair’, then Tyrannosaurus Rex, King Crimson, Genesis and Bowie. Me and my friends date ourselves with the first Bowie LP we bought. When you were that age six months to a year seemed like an eternity. Mine was Ziggy; best friends were Aladdin and Diamond Dogs respectively…. we are about 2 years apart! But the first records I heard were my uncle’s Roy Orbisons and the Beatles Help and Revolver, and I’ve been a massive fan ever since! I must admit I could get used to this nostalgia! It’s very comforting! Px

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      • Oh cool, wonderful memories to have. I guess I am on a kick at the moment having just published a novel set in the late 1960s UK music Scene with lots of music, fashion, world events and social changes shaping the lives of the characters….usually I am killing people off in my stories. Hair is in the book, a performance in Essen in Germany back then, very memorable. 🙂 xx

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      • Jane will definitely be reading your book as I love everything about the art music film and hippy scene of the period. Cooollll Back!!!!

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  7. Omg, what a trip down memory lane! My head is spinning as all the memories flood in. Dancing was survival and music was our life’s blood. Even Sister Mary Magdalene couldn’t stay the fever. One of my favorite memories, though, is dancing the polka at weddings with my 80-something-year-old grandmother. She whirled me around the dance floor like a sack of potatoes. What an Amazon! Fantastic post, Jane. Thanks so much to you and Sally for sharing ❤❤

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