I got the idea for "Ballet Week - Memory per day" from Hannah's Blog.
The idea is to share a memory every day for one week, a memory of ballet and me.
I want to write about how I began taking ballet classes. Where did it all come from? Why? I blame my dear mother for it all! ...but at the same time: Thank You, mom! :)
|Photo from weheartit.com|
Of course I can't remember everything exactly as it was, since I was quite young. Mom took aerobics at this dance school in our town and they had all sorts of dance classes, from kids to teens and older. I have some memories of being at these "children's dance" classes, usually in the bigger studio but sometimes in the smaller one. Once I'd cut my finger with a bread knife and had ONE stitch on it, with a white bandage tube over. A girl asked me (very condescendingly), what was That Thing on my finger... About the "routines" in chidren's dance I don't remember basically anything. Except that I didn't like it when we sat on the floor, legs strait in front of us, and had to push our heads to our knees. (These days it's not a problem, haha.) I've got some photos of my first performances, but they're glued to an album. Have to try to scan them some day!
|This is almost like our skirt in Bella Bimba! (photo from weheartit.com)|
These are some of what we had as coreographies:
- Täti Moonika / Auntie Monica (a kiddies' song about an aunt who goes to the market, there are different objects wobbling as she walks)
- Siili menee lypsylle / Hedgehog goes milking a cow (also a kiddies' song about, well, a hedgehog and her babies going to get some food)
- Bella Bimba (a dancing doll)
- Some song with mice in it (in the photos we've mice costumes)
At the age of 6,5 (we go to school in the year when we turn 7 - my bday's in December) I started taking Real Ballet classes. Our teacher was a former prima ballerina from the National ballet (of Finland), although it didn't mean So much to me as a small kid. But these days (yet again) it feels somewhat Amazing... I remember Arja having always her dark hair in a neat some sort of bun, many times a dark blue long-sleeved leo with a knee-length skirt. And teaching shoes something like this:
Our dance school was located in the basement floor of a big building in the center. The studios had small windows near the ceiling. Also I remember the dressing room, always had my stuff on the same side of it. The lobby was smallish, but there was a tiny fridge and sodas in it to buy! Usually I didn't have any, but Sometimes when waiting for mom (from her aerobics) I had an apple soda. The flavor disappeared from the markets for Years, but now it's there again. And I like it!
We had a white tank leo for a long time (bought new one as the old got small). Usually white tights with it. And white soft shoes, with elastic sown once over the foot. There was an open class for parents to see, I think once every semester? My mom used to come for Many years. The last time she came she was the only one. But I still liked it. So did my teacher, as by that time she'd known me/us for a long time. I've got some photos from one of these classes - we performed a bit of Swan Lake in the end! With turqoise tutus!
Ballet was something that stayed in my life almost as long as I was in school (elementary, beginning of high school). Just like music studies. So many memories to go with it. I like thinking about them. Also it always makes me want to meet my first teacher once more. Don't think it will ever happen, as she's no longer teaching anywhere and I have no connection to her... But who knows? Maybe we'll bumb into each other at the Opera house some day, watching a ballet :) I'd like to tell her how much she affected my life (though it didn't show in the end). And that I've started again. And I love it! Just to say hi from her old pupil Iepukka (as she used to call me, special nick name).
Good times. (Also it kept me in excellent shape ;))