9 ~ 1984, this ten-year account concludes
Our log for 1983 shows 15 performances, 8 indoors
(TV, music festival,
church social, senior citizens' centre, hospital, retirement home,
department store, private club), and 7 outdoors (Harbour Festival,
Folkfest, and five informal dance-outs in various open spaces).
(Folkfest 1981,
We
dance mixed; if we had more members we probably wouldn't, if only
because of the difference in costumes.
Shortage of members has also meant that we cannot spare any above-average dancer to become a Fool. (1984, Helen & Fred's wedding, Current traditions are Headington, Adderbury,
Bampton, and Bledington.
I realise that to some extent our style is
peculiar to ourselves,
partly through accidents of interpretation and also more recently from
creative experiments with new variations. In keeping with our general
level of ability, we avoid some dances that seem too difficult. Our
cumulative repertoire, including what we have forgotten, averages just
over two dances added each year.
(Harbour Festival, 1983) We practise on Monday evenings at Doncaster
school (formerly at
Uplands school); during the summer holidays we practise less regularly
on members' lawns. On an exceptional night we get a dozen out, almost
our total membership, some of whom have been with us for most or all of
our existence.
(Beacon Hill Park, 1984) Most of our people are in their 40s and 50s, and
cracks about advancing years are becoming more common: after one
performance at a hospital, we had a roll-call to check that no one had
been lost in the geriatric ward.
(Beacon Hill Park, 1984) One thing, about vigour, athleticism: I don't claim we were ever strong in those qualities, and frankly I have envied some dancers their amazing leaps; some of us, however, have lasted quite well, and it's good to retain a form of physical exertion into the latter years. Some people have had both, the stupendous leaps in youth and the continued energetic dancing late in life; they are lucky. We had two expenses-covered cross-country trips, to Montreal in 1976, and Cap-Chat in 1978, unrepeatable these days because Morris dancers are no longer rare, as we were then; and because money for arts is scarcer than it was in those times; our economy has grown, but public wealth has shrunk while private wealth has been expanding. On each occasion we were with a diversity of ethnic performing
groups
(mainly dancers). I have found this congenial, partly because
performers
generally appreciate the performers of other groups for what they
are. My experience with member groups of the Inter-Cultural
Association of Victoria has been similarly favourable. When we perform with fellow Morris groups in Victoria, Island Thyme and Quicksbottom, we have the pleasure of our shared dance interest, and an opportunity of catching up on gossip with people we see occasionally, plus the advantage of conserving energy and prolonging the performance through taking turns in a rotation. |